Electric Flow @ The Whaling Museum

Electric Flow Yoga at the Whaling Museum

Support the Nantucket Historical Association and see what it feels like to practice yoga under the Whaling Museum’s famous 46-foot sperm whale! Join yoga teacher Caitlin Marcoux and Nantucket’s own DJ Pete Ahern for an electrifying and dynamic 90-minute vinyasa practice. Caitlin, who’s roots are grounded in modern dance and PranaFlow will encourage you to dig in deep, let go even deeper, tap into your inner primal rhythms, spiritual prowess and creative juices. Use mantra, meditation and creatively sequenced waves of energetic vinyasa asana to explore your physical and subtle body. Let yourself be guided by the music and embody the collective consciousness. Proceeds will benefit the NHA directly.

Advanced tickets will be available soon.

A beautiful departure

Team Tasha Vinyasa B&W group photo

Tasha was so excited. Her famous smile would light up every time I’d mention the event. You know the smile I’m talking about. The one that would force anyone in her general vicinity to smile back, even if they didn’t know what they were smiling about. Tasha’s energy was like that. She had generous bounds of contagious happiness.

From the moment we began working together I felt like we were sisters. It was an immediate bond. One that is forged in the initiation fires of cancer, but one that could also have developed without cancer’s help. I immediately felt like I could tell her anything. She had an curious mind and a hunger for experience and knowledge. She ate up anything I shared with her about my own experience with illness, and voraciously took in whatever yogic philosophy I brought to light.

Some times we saw each other several times a week. We’d practice basic yoga poses at the studio, or focus on restorative yoga and body work. Sometimes we went for coffee instead. Once I brought her to my house and I passed on all my medicinal tools for mitigating the side-effects of chemotherapy and she wouldn’t stop talking about how much she liked the 50s motif in my kitchen. It’s strange like that with cancer: in one breath we find ourselves talking about how to survive, in the next we’re talking about interior design. We trying to find balance in a world thrown up-sid-down by treatments and tests, protocols and procedures.

Tasha did a fantastic job at keeping one eye on the cancer ball, and one eye on the rest of her life. And instead of wallowing in the unfairness of the hand she’d been dealt, Tasha was fully present in the moment, and willing to engage with anyone asking for her attention.

When I first mentioned the idea of a class in her honor she looked as if I had invited her to the Oscars. I told her about the positive energy we could create as a collective whole and whereas a less open minded or mature young person might roll their eyes, she nodded enthusiastically. I knew right away she was picking up what I was laying down. She got it.

Back in December we thought there was a good chance Tasha might still be well enough to attend the event, but as we rolled into January we realized that was not longer the case. Technology came to the rescue though, and she and I got almost equally excited when we realized she’d be able to watch the class from the comfort of her own bed via Skype.

At various points in our relationship, I shared with Tasha small pieces of yoga’s ritualistic heritage. I taught her a few sanskrit words, told her a little bit about mantra (the repetition of a word or phrase with a focused intention) and shared with her a few ideas about dharma and karma. I gave her one of the malas (prayer beads) that had been gifted to me when I was sick, and she wore them at the hospital. These were little things, little tools, but I could tell they interested her.  So when I told her that for Team Tasha Vinyasa, my intention was to get everyone in attendance to chant mantra in her honor she was stoked.

My partner, Burr; always the creative production force behind my classes, created a giant, 80-foot aqua mala as a back drop for the event – and I shared with Tasha, photos of it’s creation. “Tell him I LOVE it” she said, when she saw a photo of Burr’s crew drilling holes in the oversized Christmas balls.

Team Tasha Vinyasa

The day of the event, Tasha was in and out of consciousness. She had gone to sleep on Thursday night, and slept through most of Friday morning. She woke up at some point in the middle of the day, for about 15 precious minutes, and her mother was able to show her a photo I had posted of Mary Michetti and I cutting hundreds of aqua ribbons. Again, she perked up and talked about how excited she was to watch the night unfold later on her laptop. Shortly after, Tasha said she need a nap, so that she could be up with us later.

And what an event it was. I have never been prouder of our community. 120 people poured into the Studio Theater at the Dreamland that night, many of whom had never done yoga before in their lives. I had promised after all, that it wouldn’t be hard.

Men and women, young, and old, humans with spiritual beliefs as different as the color of their hair. It was an incredible representation of our island. Clearly, people from all different pockets of our community had been touched by Tasha’s story and wanted to be a part of sending her love.

Team Tasha Vinyasa

I can’t say that I kept my promise. At some point during the practice it occurred to me that life is so beautiful, but really, really challenging. So… I turned up the heat a little. I couldn’t help myself. I thought of how gracefully Tasha had navigated pneumothorax, chemotherapy, plural taps, and port implants. I thought about what a miracle it was that we were all there, with fully functional bodies with the ability to do challenging things. I remembered how hard it was for me personally when cancer kept me from my own physical identity… and I remembered a conversation I had with Tasha back in November.

She had expressed her frustrations to me then, at watching her muscles atrophy. Remembering all too well what that felt like, all I could do was empathize. I didn’t tell her how strong she still was, or try to deny what was blatantly obvious to both of us. But I did promise her that I would bust my ass physically so that she wouldn’t have to. A brilliant smile, of course, flashed across her face.

So in that vein, I invited students that night, to hold poses longer, to go deeper, to do it for Tasha – who so badly wanted to, but could not. To feel that solar burn in your thighs, what a privilege, I said. Some people laughed. Some people groaned. But you know what? They all held it together. The 60 year olds and the 5 years olds, and every one in between. They put in an effort, perhaps like never before, because they wanted to do it for Tasha.

Team Tasha Vinyasa

That night I witnessed our island come together for Tasha in a way I’ve never seen before. The studio was packed from wall to wall with bodies focused solely on one purposed: to open their hearts to Tasha. Collectively these diverse individuals created one huge mass of love.  Tasha’s family gathered closely around her, inside her newly finished aqua bedroom sanctuary, and watched the entire event from start to end. Tasha’s mother Tina, sister Allyssa, brother Timmy, step-dad Brendan, aunt Lisa, cousin Heather and best friends from California Sydney and Micha, snuggled around Tasha like a blanket. And Burr, with laptop in hand, ran from one corner of the studio to the other, doing his best to capture the depth of the magic being created for them to see.

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Even though she never opened her eyes again, I am positive Tasha heard every prayer this community offered and felt every ounce of love we generated. When my phone rang 4 hours later, I knew instantly that Tasha had left her body, and I felt as sure as I’ve ever felt anything that we helped her transition and guided her to the light.

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Tasha often thanked me for being a part of her life. But honestly, it is I who should be thanking Tasha. She has taught me so much about my own capacity to love and in a time when the world seems bitter and cruel, she has reinforced my belief in mankind’s ability to love one another.

Team Tasha Vinyasa

 

I fell in love with Tasha the way mothers fall in love with their babies the first moment their skin makes contact. Instantaneously. I think she had that affect on a lot of people.

And right now, in this very moment, Tasha is teaching every one of us the power of community, for even in death, her spirit has united an entire island.

#teamtasha

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Below are a few more photographs from Team Tasha Vinyasa Electric Flow, taken by my friend and very talented photographer, Katie Kaizer. In her words, Katie says “I am so thankful to be part of this community and to photograph such a moving and emotional evening. I am in awe of the energy that forms throughout the night and holds everyone together offering comfort and understanding. The entire room was radiating peace and love as we all sent prayers to Natasha and her family.”

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

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Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Team Tasha Vinyasa

Many thanks to Floyd Kellogg and Pete Ahern for donating their time. We love this town.

My Tour de Pink

I’m a little nervous, but…I’ve slayed much bigger dragons in the last 2 years. Even so, in just a few days I’ll be on yet another slightly pause-worthy, solo adventure. And I get to check another first off my list. This time that incorporates a few different things: my very first time riding my road bike off the island of Nantucket, my first charity ride, my first time riding in a group of 100+, my first time riding with total strangers and my first time doing more than 50 miles in a day.

I’m amped.

I’m ready.

and I’m HEALTHY!

As many of you know, this time last year I was in the fight of my life, on bed rest and healing from a radical double mastectomy. This summer, I am thrilled to report, life is looking very different. Having recently wrapped up 16 months of breast cancer treatment in July, I am no longer a patient, but a Breast Cancer SURVIVOR. On September 19th -20th I am riding in my first multi-day charity bike event: The YSC Tour de Pink, a 200 mile bike ride for young women with breast cancer. The YSC, Young Survivor’s Coalition* offers resources, connections and outreach so women feel supported, empowered and hopeful. 

Considering the year I’ve had, and my newbie status as a cyclist, I anticipate this ride is going to be a challenge, but I know that the strength I have cultivated during my battle, the strength you, my community, have given me to beat back this disease will get me to the finish line. With the motto “Ride. Support. Inspire”, YSC Tour de Pink is much more than just a ride, it’s a chance to honor survivors, raise awareness and support important programs for young women with breast cancer.

Tour de Pink

I signed up to ride the Tour de Pink only 6 weeks ago- and in that short amount of time my friends and family, and even people who don’t even know me have raised $3,888.00 – an overwhelming show of support considering how much fundraising is done here on Nantucket during the summer months, and how many deserving causes there are to donate to. I feel so blessed and yet again, so grateful to live here, to have the community we have and to be a part of something so important with the help of those around me.

I am dedicating my YSC ride to my friend, breast cancer mentor and long time Nantucketer, Claudia Kronenberg Douty, who also had triple positive invasive breast cancer and passed away all too soon, earlier this year.

I would like to thank the following people who made donations to my Tour de Pink:

  • John Osborne & Family
  • Emily Molden
  • Chris Collins
  • Burr Tupper
  • Sarah Montgomery
  • Kimberly and Marina Cassano
  • Terry Keible
  • Julie Hilberg Hunt
  • Jennifer Kaplan
  • Kathy Lipschuts
  • Burton Balkind
  • Elisa Allen
  • my Mom & Dad
  • Caroline Furgeson
  • Ani Kasten
  • Gretchen Cooney
  • Victoria Macomber
  • Jillian Fraker
  • Kim Reilly
  • Barbara Rosen
  • Georgia Raysman
  • Audrey Stery
  • Larisa Foreman
  • Melissa Murphy & Family
  • Tracy Cullinane
  • Alison Gorham
  • John Hunt & Palma Puzzoli
  • Lisa LaFrance
  • Jake & Alisa Allegrini
  • Juan Uribe
  • Mark Loader
  • Patrick Topham
  • Laura Snyder
  • Melissa Swim
  • Georgina Sharman
  • Christen & Andrew deLa Rochelle
  • Ann Marie Hunter
  • Lisa Botticelli
  • and of course the anonymous donors… I know who some of you are 😉

I just picked up my bike from Young’s, where they kindly squeezed me in for a last minute tune-up, and I’m in the middle of packing my bike bag. I’ve gone over my check list a dozen times already, and I’ll go over it a few more times before I go to bed. My excitement is visible in the flush on my cheeks. Although the ride itself doesn’t commence for a few more days, I leave the island tomorrow and head off to Boston. On Thursday morning I’ll make the 7 hour trek from Boston to my friend’s house in PA and pick up my Tour de Pink packet in Philadelphia on the way. We hit the road 9am on Friday morning…

Follow me and my ride:

Live. Love. Ride.

~Caitlin

 

Tour de Pink

#nevergiveup

 

*The YSC is the premier global organization dedicated to the critical issues unique to young women who are diagnosed with breast cancer. YSC offers resources, connections and outreach so women feel supported, empowered and hopeful. With an interactive website and almost 30 affiliates across the United States, it is YSC’s goal that no young woman should be left to fight breast cancer alone.

 

how to love a chair

Goddess pose

(photo: Larisa Forman)

16 months ago I invited you to join me on an adventure to CancerLand. Through my pieces on Rebelle Society and the more spontaneous posts here on my blog, I took you with me from the point of my initial diagnosis (terrifying), on a chemotherapy roller coaster ride (tenacious) and through my surgical recovery (triumphant). We’ve moved through the phases of my disease and healing process together as a tribe and I’ve tried not to pull any punches along the way. I’ve attempted to share my experience of cancer with you without embellishment, exaggeration or pretense. I’ve tried to be authentic: presenting my vulnerabilities when feeling weak, and my fortitude when feeling strong. Hopefully together we have demystified the big C at least a little, shed some light on chemotherapy, debunked mastectomy and embraced on the healing process.

I hope that through my writings, my FaceBook posts, and my Instagram pics, that you’ve seen just how resilient we humans are. Since I began attending the cancer support group at Palliative & Supportive Care of Nantucket, we have said good-bye to a number of extraordinary members. Each parting has been painful, scary and traumatic for those of us remaining. But my resolve, OUR resolve as a community to memorialize those who have departed by living the fullest lives we can live, and cherishing every single fucking moment, has grown with each grief-choked tear.

I can no better explain to you why some of us survive and others pass than you could reassure your 20-something year old daughter that after immense heartbreak, she will in time fall in love again. But here I am. And here we are. And I’m still writing. And you’re still reading. And we owe it to Jenny and Claudia, and my late husband Aaron, and everyone we’ve loved and lost to keep going.

We owe it to them to smile big, laugh lots, and love hard.

Now, as of July 16th, almost a year and a half after our disembarkation, I’ve finally  come home. I’m finished with treatment. The infusions are over. My time in the chemo chair is over. The trips to MGH are bi-annual and in just 9 days I will be able to say I am officially a year out from the removal of my tumor. 365 more days after that I will be 80% likely to side-step a reoccurrence.  Something will kill me eventually, but it won’t be cancer.

I’m sure I’ll write about my life as a cancer survivor in the months and years to come, but for today, I’d like to leave you with the following video. My heartfelt thanks to Lisa Frey for filming, and to all of you for watching.

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(10 Practical Tips for the First 10 Days of Cancer)

(Making the Breast Decision)

(Life After the Knife)

{How to Talk to Someone with Cancer)

(Let’s be Friends)

 

Electrifying Nantucket: one yoga pose at a time

On September 18th 2012, I taught my first yoga class at the newly reopened Dreamland Theater. Accompanied by the internationally acclaimed yoga spin master, DJ HyFi and buoyed up by the visionary production stylings of my partner, Burr Tupper, we put together a great night. 44 Nantucket yogis and yoginis packed the Harbor View Room and I think we all felt a little high. It was a chance to come together in a new space, over looking the harbor we all love, and try something new. By the time the evening was over our hearts were deeply entrained and smiles had spread like wildfire across our faces.

I knew we had to do it again.

I’ve always thought fondly of my fellow NHS alum, and music aficionado, Pete Ahern. So after watching his career as a DJ build steadily, especially in the last few years with steady gigs at Pazzo and the formation of Audio Architects, the production team he and Billy Desmond spearhead, he seemed like an obvious choice to collaborate with. I especially liked the idea of working with someone else local, someone who had roots here as well, someone I knew I could build an ongoing partnership with.

Pete was game, and on December 4th, 2012 Electric Flow was born. Once again, I rented the Harbor View Room at the Dreamland – and 39 yogis showed up for a challenging 90 minute practice. And again, my always supportive and artistically inclined partner came up with a few visual surprises. Burr enlisted the help of local filmmaker Kristen Kellogg, and they put together a black and white montage of vintage yoga footage and an animated beating anatomical heart. The footage played on a makeshift screen, Tupper had created seemingly out of thin air, at the beginning of the practice, and as the beat of the heart faded into the distance, Pete’s electronic grooves steadily built. It was magical.

Electric Flow: December 4th, 2012

I knew right away Pete and I had a great chemistry together. Even though it was our first time collaborating, I felt we got each other. Clearly in tune with bodies in motion from years of spinning at parties and in clubs, Pete had an immediate knack for supporting the yogis during their vinyasa practice. We came up with ways to communicate to each other silently (hand gestures for take the tempo down, take it up, cool us off, heat us up, etc.) but mostly the evening flow took care of itself. I took queues from Pete, he took queues from me and the crowd was buzzing.

Due to overwhelming demand, two months later we decided to try it again – this time with a little help from our friend Floyd Kellogg.

Maybe you know Floyd from You Scream, I Scream, the band he heads up with his partner Audrey Sterk. Or maybe you know Floyd from the Brewery, where he plays in the crazy punk rock/rockabilly/alterna comical music  duo Lance Mountain Dance Party. OR maybe you know Floyd because his new project, Violent Mae is awesome, and now available on iTunes. In any event, Pete and I met up with Floyd, who had collaborated with Pete a few times at Pete’s regular Pazzo gig, and asked him to play percussion. The resulting three-way was killer. The guys played off each other and the yoga nearly took care of itself. with 40 beating hearts in the room and the thumping pulsation of the music I thought the roof might blow off the theater. And just to be clear, I’m not talking about volume, I’m talking about vibration. It was epic.

Students lining up for Electric Flow: February 6th, 2013

 

Electric Flow: February 6th, 2013

It was so much fun working with Floyd and Pete together we almost immediately booked the next gig. Then I got cancer

I thought at first that I should cancel our April 25th reunion; after all I was getting chemotherapy ever week, my hair was falling out, I felt sick as a dog, and part of me wanted to hole up in my house and hide. But then I realized that if I was going to survive, I had to keep teaching. Cancer takes so much away from you – it is one big practicing in non-attachment – that teaching more than ever helped me to stay present with myself. So after much debate about how’d I’d hold up, we decided to go for it.

On April 25th, 2013 nearly the entire Nantucket yoga community showed up at the Dreamland and turned our Electric Flow into a fairly spontaneous fundraiser. With the Dreamland’s generous support, we were able to cross the hallway from the Harbor View room and occupy the Studio Theater, filling it to the brim with over 90 students. Pete and I were join by both Floyd, and his partner Audrey on stage. Floyd played upright base, Audrey joined him on percussion, and Pete spun the sexiest electronica and ambient grooves. To make an incredible evening even better, Burr and Kristen Kellogg collaborated on a video installation, which was projected on the screen behind me.

Electric Flow: April 25th, 2013

It was one of the most powerful, magical and profound moments of my life, and I will cherish it forever.

Electric Love: March 27th, 2014 6-8pm

This week, Pete and Burr and I are collaborating once again. This time we’ve enlisted help from local yoga teacher and mindfulness meditation instructor, Clay Twombly as well as Brooklyn-based artist Craig Anthony Miller. And like last time, this event is a fundraiser. Only this time, it’s not for me. I am 12 months into my cancer treatment, and officially CANCER FREE. With 7 more infusions to go (the last scheduled for July 17th) I am all but out of the woods and well on my way to recovery. Healing would not have been possible though, had it not been for the support of local non-for-profit, Palliative & Supportive Care of Nantucket. So this time around, we’re giving all the money to them.

In 2014, there will be an estimated 1,665,540 new cancer cases diagnosed and 585,720 cancer deaths in the US. Cancer remains the second most common cause of death in the US, accounting for nearly 1 of every 4 deaths.

Clay, Craig, Pete and I have all been personally affected by cancer – and all of us would like to do whatever we can to abate it’s tide of trauma. Through music, art, meditation and yoga we  believe we can heal the world, and we’re starting here, on the tiny island of Nantucket.

Please help us support PASCON, an organization who’s services have helped hundreds of Nantucketeers in times of need. Whether it’s navigating  long term-illness or the death of a loved one, PASCON exists solely to help people transition through life’s more challenging times.

Spreading the Love at 97.7ACK FM

Want to know more about this Thursday evenings Lovefest? Listen to Pete and Clay and I being interviewed on 97.7ACK FM this morning.

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Electric Love: poster by Craig Anthony Miller

 

It Takes an Island

Part of this letter was originally published on  September 19th, 2013
in the Inquieror & Mirror Newspaper on Nantucket

Fight Back with Love

 

For six months now, we have collectively fought my cancer with the support of the entire island, several fundraising events, home delivered good meals, childcare assistance and a whole lot of love.

Like a child who wakes on Christmas morning to a sea of sparkling wrapping paper, and the magic impression of Santa’s recent visit, I’ve had to pinch myself many times over the past 6 months to make sure I’m not dreaming. From the moment I was diagnosed with cancer on March 15th, to this very day, and I’m sure into the months to come, I have felt blanketed in Nantucket’s support. Despite the challenges my family and I have faced this year, my partner and I agree that we are two of the luckiest people in the world, cancer and all, for surely the love we have received has far outweighed the suffering we have endured.

During the first 3 months of my chemotherapy this spring my body crashed hard. Fatigued and in pain, I was often too exhausted to cook for my family. A meal train for us  was set up online, and within a few days it was full. 2-3 nights a week from March through May members of this incredible community took care of us. Friends, coworkers, yoga students and people we didn’t even know put together thoughtful, often beautifully arranged, healthy meals that made us feel nurtured and supported.

 To all of you, our deepest gratitude.

As my treatment journey continued and my health became more fragile, it was clear I would not be able to work. I closed my massage therapy practice for the time being and worried about loosing my teaching place at The Yoga Room. Much to my relief my employer and friend, Shannah Green, reassured me that she would keep my name on the schedule no matter what. My co-workers: Paul Bruno, Clay Twombly, Susan Browne, Bettina Broer and Patricia Dolloff, all took turns covering my regularly scheduled classes. They never questioned me if I said I was up to the challenge of teaching and were always there for me, even at the last minute, if I was too sick to show up.

When it was time for my double mastectomy in July, I was forced to rest for 6 weeks. During this time ever one of the teachers who taught my classes asked to put their earnings on my paycheck. Shannah began teaching a weekly seva class, gifting all of the proceeds directly to my family and I.

To Shannah and my co-workers at The Yoga Room, my deepest, deepest thanks. 

It goes without saying that the foundation of my support at the darkest of times has come from my immediate family and my closest friends, but I would like to publicly acknowledge the bravery of my parents, Joanne and Steve Marcoux, the strength and compassion of my partner, Burr Tupper, and the pinch-hitting help of my ex-husband, Paul Budzynski. Without their support, I would have been lost at sea. Instead I been buoyed up by their love and confident that my little boy has been getting all that he needs to thrive when I am absent.

To my little boy, who perhaps will one day read this, thank you. Thank you for understanding about Mommy’s booboos, shaved head, low energy and “broken boobies” (though I’m still dying to figure out where you came up with or heard that one!). Thank you for offering to “buzz your hair” to show your solidarity. I’m sorI’m I’ve too too attached to your golden locks to let you do it. Thank you for keeping your sense of humor on the days we’ve had to wear face masks, and for making silly games out of the millions of times we had to wash our hands.

And thank you for all the hundreds if not thousands of warm little boy hugs your been giving me your whole life, but especially this year. Some times I feel it’s been a diet of your love alone that has pushed me through to the end of my hardest days.

 

Caitlin Marcoux, Cancer Survivor, Breast Cancer Ninja, The Cancer Diaries

Griffin and I “playing” with our masks when my wbc counts are low

It has taken many anchors to keep my ship grounded these past six months, and most recently a few strong captains to take the helm. On Sunday, September 15th, a team of incredible women including Shannah Green, Julie Hilberg-Hunt, Megan Soverino, Vanessa Raab Moore and Patti Cattafe put together a stunning silent auction event at the Cisco Brewery. Spearheaded by my dearest of friends, Elisa Allen, these ladies created the most beautiful and touching event I have ever been at the center of. Together they collected auction items from some of the most talented artists, skilled artisans and tradespeople, hardworking merchants, industry folk, restauranteurs and craftspeople on Nantucket. I cannot say how deeply touched I am by their efforts.

Fight Back with Love organizers Megan, Shannah and Julie (Elisa not pictured)

Fight Back with Love organizers Megan, Shannah and Julie (Elisa not pictured)

Thank you to the following people who donated their time and skills, contributed their wares or helped in any way to make this weekends fundraiser such a success:

The Rose & Crown

Sally Bates Electric

Joann Burnham & The Nantucket Yoga Festival

The Yoga Room

Paul Bruno & Roaming Dog Yoga

Bettina Broer & Yoga with a View

Jessica Jenkins & Downtown Yoga

Patricia Dolloff Yoga

Megan DuBois Yoga

Burton Balkind & KindFlow Productions

Cate Raphael

Clay Twombly & Cambia Means Change

Susan Fitzpatrick

Susan Warner

Katie Ashley Compassionate Cuisine Coaching

Theater Workshop of Nantucket

Sally Charpie

Petticoat Row Bakery

Organic Nail Salon

Cara DeHeart & Seaweaver

Charlotte Hess

The Bean

Arbonne Products

Nantucket Seafoods

East Coast Seafood

Force Five

Atlantic Landscaping

The Water Closet

The Tile Room

East End Gallery

Robert Sturman

Laurie Richards

Ron Lynch

Kit Noble

Cary Hazelgrove

Beauty By the Sea

Lynn Tucker Beauty Products & Services

Santjes Ooman Massage

Ugne & Brandon Jellison and Authentic Body Therapy

Casey Boukus

Bartlett’s Ocean View Farm 

Pauli & Uribe Architects

Mindy Levin & Nantucket Family Chiropractic

Gary Konher & Nantucket Surf School

Christine Lee Pilates

Amber Hinds& Au Coeur  Design

Emily Brooke Rubin Jewelry Design

Claudia Buttler & Ambrosia Chocolate & Spices

Susan Lister Lock Jewellery

Nell Van Vorst

Christine Sanford

Patina

Hepburn

Zero Main

R.J. Miller’s & Ann Fitzgerald

Sarah Hutton Jewlery

Darya’s Salon

Toscana Corporation

Florabundant

Amy Pallenberg Garden & Design

Nantucket Holistic Health

Sheri Perelman

Tracy Cullinane Personal Training

The Westmoor Club

Nantucket Cycling & Fitness 

Nantucket Health Club

Anita Bierings

Michael Rich

Robert McKee

Jessica Sosebee Gallery

Audrey Sterk Design

The Lovely

Elise Gura & Space

Nantucket Beach Chair Company

Pollacks

Sam Parsons

The Lion’s Paw

Peter England

Annye Camara & Annye’s Whole Foods

Best of the Beach

Megan Anderson

Bruce Bartlett

David Berry & The Nantucket Honeybee Co.

Bodega

Dr. Buck Weaver

Bookworks

Nantucket Looms

Indian Summer

The Haul Over

Cru

Company of the Cauldron

Straight Wharf Restaurant 

George Riehof

The UPS Store

Stephen Swift

Neil Brosnan

Kitty Kania

Denna Charnes

Caitlin Jelleme

Rachel Dowling

Louise Turner

Thank you to the following people who helped before, during and after the event: Sky Wallace, Victoria Paige Ewing, Bettina Broer, Paul Bruno, Cate Raphael, Brad Nolen, Antitank Stefanski, Burton Balkind, Mike Allen, Erin Elizabeth, Heather Williams and Dina Warren. 

Additionally, thank you to The Cisco Brewery, Jenny Bence of The Green and DJ Pete Ahern for making the day come together with spectacular style and tying it all together with the healing energy of phenomenal food, drink and great music.

To everyone who attended “Fight Back with Love” and to everyone who bid on the silent auction items, my most heartfelt thanks.

Fight Back with Love

Incredible but true, the list goes on.

I’d like to thank Steve Tornovish of Krav Maga Nantucket for holding a special Women’s Self Defense class in my honor this summer, and to all the attendees for their generous donations – I bow to you. My deepest thanks.

To Ieva Aldins, of Dharma Yoga Nanatucket who taught one of her monthly Seva (charity) yoga classes for us this summer, thank you. And to the following yoga sisters and brothers who held donation yoga classes across the country in my honor throughout the last 6 months: Amber Cook at Moksha Yoga in Chicago,  Larisa Foreman, Kate Greer and Nocile Burille at Krama Yoga in Cambridge, Alex Jarobe and Rachel Ann Gasner of the Yoga Pod, in Bolder, co. and my whole family or yoga teachers and fellow 500-YTT candidates at the Asheville Yoga Center in Asheville, NC. And to Jennifer Hrabota-Lesser for her Bujangasana t-shirt campaign, which also raised money for our charitable fund – thank you.

Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude. 

To talented, local photographer Laurie Richards and former Nantucket resident and brilliant artist Hannah Stone, both of whom auctioned off portraits in my honor earlier this spring, thank you.

To Clay Twombly who made for me the most beautiful mala, thank you.

To my friends in Chicago, for dedicating this year’ Annual Shawn Koch Memorial Poker Run to my fight, thank you.

I’d also like to thank the following businesses for supporting my family and I directly: Dharma Yoga Nantucket for allowing me to take free yoga classes during my treatment, Pi Pizza, Susan McGinnis and The Center Street Bistro for feeding us on more than one occasion, Darya Afshari for cutting my hair and eventually shaving it off, Monika Rudnicka for giving me the most amazing facials throughout my chemotherapy, Sheri Perelman for Reiki, Casey Boukus for massage therapy and Jenny Bence for treating me to acupuncture with Tammy Belanger this spring.

Looking back a little, I’d like to Thank you to everyone who came out to Cisco on July 23rd for our Boob Voyage Party. Organizing that event gave me something to focus on other that my approaching surgery. Burr and Griffin and I will be moving out of our Heller’s Way home this spring, and I cant think of a better way we could have celebrated our time there. Funny how it took having cancer for us to finally throw a proper house party. Thanks to Doug Cote and Floyd Kellogg for our semi-pravate Lance Mountain Dance Party, what a blast.

I would also like to thank local pilot Chris McLaughlin and Patient Airlift Services for all there assistance getting me back and forth from Nantucket to Boston, whenever they could make it possible.

In closing I’d like to thank every person who sent me a card, or mailed me a care package, left a note on my back door, a four leaf clovers or hand knitted socks in my mailbox, a CD in my car, flowers in my living room, taught a class in my honor, said a prayer for me, gave me a hug, picked my son up for a playdate, gave me a hug, was brave enough to ask me how I was, gave me a reassuring pat on the back and told me with certainty that I could win.

Today I can say that I am winning, and I’m winning because of you. This enchanted island truly is home to the kindest most compassionate people in the world. And while it may not seem lucky to have cancer, I consider myself so lucky to have had cancer here.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

(photo: Robert Krivicich}

(photo: Robert Krivicich}

Humbly Yours,

~Caitlin Marcoux