Life Interrupted

Evelyn Kalinosky at the end of her Mt. Kilimanjaro, Africa climb. July 2000.

As part of my mission to raise funds and awareness around pancreatic diseases, I’m sharing a story with you over the next few days. It’s a story about a life interrupted by an insidious disease, and the discovery of how deep-seeded is this thing we call “Hope.”

It’s June 2000, and that Cheshire cat grin on my face in this photo is because I just spent a week climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro, the tallest peak in Africa, rising 19,340 feet. 

Yes, I did (she says with just a trace of pride and amazement).

Many of my friends and family assumed I was in the throes of a midlife crisis, since I was 41 at the time, and had never done more than day hikes at 8,000 feet or less. For you mathematicians who are adding up the numbers in your head right now, yes, that makes me 57!

Fast forward several years and I was working as an executive with a national non-profit organization, putting in 50+ hour weeks and spending many of my days traveling.

Newly remarried, with two grown kids who had flown the nest, I shared our home with my husband, my elderly mom, 2 ginormous dogs and a 10-year old foster child.

Life was full and satisfying. And rarely dull.

But by November 2005, mysterious intense flares of stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, bloating and bowel problems began plaguing me on a regular basis.

It often reduced me to a woman lying on the floor of a public bathroom for hours at a time because my symptoms were so bad I had no other option. When you’re that sick, dignity and concern for germs are casualties to the cause.

It hurt to eat. A lot.

The pain in the upper right side of my abdomen radiated through to my back like a hot poker, sometimes wrapping around my lower back like a vise tightening to the point I thought I’d surely break in half. It was a deep, boring, blow-torch kind of pain.

I’d take a couple of bites of food and be too full to eat any more. I lost 20% of my body weight in three months, and went down four dress sizes in rapid succession. The scale hovered at 100. At 5’5″, I’m small-boned, but I didn’t look “fashionably” thin. I looked gaunt and hollow. 

It was the beginning of my journey down the rabbit hole.

Part 2 coming up tomorrow…

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Would you be a love and click here to support my fundraising efforts on behalf of kids with pancreatic disease and the National Pancreas Foundation? I’ve set a lofty goal to match the $5000 ($5057 actually) I raised in 2015, and yes, it’s personal.

Any amount you choose to contribute will make a tremendous difference in the lives of those who are suffering. It does take a village. It does take a tribe, but each of us sows the seeds of hope and can make a real and lasting impact. 

I heart your heart. Truly.


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