cancer, Guest Posts, healing, Inspiration

Cancer Took My Leg Not My Spirit.

July 30, 2012


This original piece, never seen before, is by the awe-inspiring Danielle Orner. I love how the Universe works and how we met. I wrote a piece for MindBodyGreen about Putting Your Excuses in a Pile Of Sh*t and the editors chose a picture of a girl in a yoga pose holding up her leg. The leg she was holding was a prosthetic leg. A woman commented on the post saying “Hey that is a picture of my daughter.” The daughter, Danielle, reached out to me and since then we have become friends. I have even put her in touch with Emily Rapp, one of my best friends, who is also a yogi, writer and amputee and they are now friends. Connection is amazing, isn’t it? However it occurs.

Below is Danielle’s inspiring story! Please read and share and spread her message. She may have lost her leg but she saved her life and is sharing her generous spirit with us. 

The gorgeous Danielle Orner practices a twisted dog pose, Sunday, March 4, 2012. Click photo to like her Facebook page please!

By Dani Orner.

With the crown of my head on the mat, I watch my toes. I walk my feet, one plastic and one real, toward my face.

Sweat trickles down my back and my core contracts. Even though I feel my body working, it still seems like magic to see one foot and then the other float off the floor. I can hover in headstand for only a moment but I’ve learned by now that today’s limits will be tomorrow’s victories. After all, I used to believe that yoga wasn’t for me.

I used to believe my body was the enemy – the ticking time bomb, daring me to try to live between cancer treatments.

At fifteen, I was an honors student, a varsity runner, a singer, and an aspiring actress. When a running injury grew into a lump just below my knee, I discovered I was also a cancer patient.

I began my life in the children’s oncology ward with fake tattoos and body glitter on my bald head. Armed with a dedicated family and supportive community, I did everything I could to remain positive. People called me an inspiration, but honestly, I did whatever I could to survive. With four younger brothers and a dad in the Marines, I felt guilty for taking up all my mom’s time. She had to give me daily shots, help me bathe, and slept beside me in the hospital room during weeklong chemotherapy sessions. I knew if I couldn’t smile my family and friends would drift away. My greatest fear was that I’d be left alone, left out, and left behind.

Just before my sixteenth birthday, the doctors decided I needed an amputation to prevent the spread of my bone cancer. Although I felt a strange sense of peace about this decision, I also knew that no one would ever see me as well again. I would always be sick and broken in everyone else’s eyes.

I learned to walk again. When I had legs made, my prosthesis’ goal was always to make me look and move as normally as possible. The best I could do was “pass” for able-bodied. Ashamed of my flesh-toned covers, I stuck to wearing pants and avoided walking past windows where I could see the reflection of my halting gate. I auditioned for school plays but avoided changing in the dressing room. My body was an obstacle to my goals. An actress is supposed to be able to melt into whatever character she is playing. She should be able to be beautiful and sexy when the role calls for it. Try as I might, I couldn’t transcend or pretend my way out of my identity. I was always anchored to reality by a hunk of metal.

I had what I believed was my last chemotherapy treatment on the night another girl died. We had shared hospital rooms and I knew her family members, who often brought homemade tamales. I went to hold her hand one last time before I left. Her family had decided against amputation, fearing their daughter would be damaged beyond repair. Who would marry a girl like that, they worried. I walked out of the hospital that night, broken but alive, wondering why I had been saved. I vowed to make a difference, to be worthy of the work and resources the doctors and my family had put into me.

Before my high school graduation, the cancer returned in my lungs. The doctors cut through muscle and spread my ribs to surgically remove the tumors. Two years later, more grew back. The pattern of re-occurance continued until the heart-stopping doctors’ calls blurred into one memory of hopelessness. Even when I was well, I planned my life in the three-month incriminates between scans. I couldn’t feel the cancer growing, so I stopped trusting my body.

For over a decade, I let doctors, specialists, and the scans take control of my health. I felt completely out of control. I stopped telling people about my amputation and cancer. I didn’t want to be defined by it. In college, I threw myself into a frenzy of acting, journalism, working as a resident advisor, and writing. After graduation, I got my teaching credentials as a way of giving back to the community. A second full round of chemotherapy after four lung surgeries woke me up. I had to learn to care for myself.

The doctors recommended removing my ovaries to protect my fertility from a second year of toxic treatments. I declined. I already knew the side effects of my treatments included Leukemia along with cardiac damage, hearing loss, and many other debilitating possibilities. Fertility concerns seemed vain and frivolous compared to these risks. No one had promised me a future since my initial diagnoses when I ask my mom, for the first and only time, if I was going to die. If I ever managed to attain health, I decided I would adopt. I didn’t know then that preexisting conditions make the already difficult process of adoption nearly impossible. All I knew was that I’d always worked extensively with kids so I could love any child when the time came. Besides, I couldn’t stomach the idea of yet another surgery and additional medical bills my parents would have to pick up.

By this point, I was angry with God. I grew up in a very spiritual family and was taught to look for lessons in all experiences. But I wanted to know what I could possibly learn from having the same horrible experience over and over again. I had done all I could to inspire people with my faith and courage in the face of adversity but I still wasn’t getting well. I was deeply frustrated at not being able to build a life worthy of all the sacrifices made to keep me alive. Depression and survivors’ guilt set in as I began to fear my life would never change. Apparently, I still had everything to learn.

Those years for me are what we writers like to call “the dark night of the soul.”

Struggling in a marriage to my high school sweetheart who grew frustrated with my emotions and needs, I was terrified that letting go might mean no one would ever be able to love me again. Our ten year relationship had protected me from the trauma of trying to figure myself out and date as an amputee and cancer patient. He knew what I had been through. He had witnessed my body shutting down from an anaphlactic reaction to experimental chemo and taken me to get a brain scan at two in the morning because I kept blacking out. If he didn’t want to work on building a life with me and encouraging my dreams, maybe no one would. Maybe I had nothing left to give.

Desperate for new tools, I started doing my research. I discovered Kris Carr, The China Study, and many other anti-cancer diet books. I began experimenting with new recipes. I visited a farm animal sanctuary. I became a vegan and focused on a diet rich in whole foods. I started craving a form of exercise that could reconnect my mind and body. I wanted to find peace, strength, and balance. I had already returned to weight lifting and cardio. Still, I needed to reach a deeper level of acceptance.

I was worried I wouldn’t be welcome in a general yoga class. I was afraid of making a fool of myself or of being pitied. So, I practiced at home with DVDs and books. I couldn’t find any specialized classes for someone like me. Still, I had the nagging desire to overcome my fears and practice with others. I had to dismiss the idea that yoga is only for the few – for the graceful, the flexible, and the whole.

Finally, I attend a class. I hid in the back. I was terrified that I’d end up standing around the whole time unable to follow the flow. Self-conscious and awkward, I did what I could. I kept showing up and the amount of things I could do increased. The number of poses I learned to modify grew. I found myself moving through entire classes. I no longer cared that people could see my prosthetic leg in certain poses.

Yoga defies expectations. Over the years I’ve watched people walk into class with an array of expectations of what yoga will be for them: easy, torturous, simply exercise, youth-restoring, spiritual, woo-woo, relaxing, boring, weird, and life-changing. Once you begin your practice, you learn to give up those labels and just show up. In each of my classes, I never know what is coming next. I never know if it will be something I can do or something I have to work on or something I’ll never be able to master. I’m okay with that now. I’m okay with showing up to uncertainty.

Yoga helps me realize that life is a combination of practice and letting go.

As a writer and actress, I deal daily with the cycle of creation, risk, rejection, and getting back out there. Creation happens in the midst of doubt and obstacles. I never know if a book will sell but I start writing those first words anyway. I don’t know when or where funding will come from when I sit down with a team of directors and producers but I edit my screenplay anyway. Like a strength pose where I am learning to relax muscles even as I they shake with effort, I breath into my projects. Yoga reminds me to live in the now. It reminds me, if I keep showing up for myself, I can do more than I imagined.

Several times, I have gone into auditions only to have directors say some version of “you’re great but what’s wrong with your leg.” One even told me he was ready to cast me in the lead as long as my leg was healed by opening night. He thought I had a brace. He ended up casting me anyway. Some casting directors would be excited about me until they watched me walk, painfully slow, up the stairs. I always wore pants and worked hard at “overcoming” the problem of my limp.

In an industry that is all about appearance, I’ve often thought I was at a disadvantage. Sure I could get theater scholarships and do community productions, but make a career out of it, no way. Then, I started combining my talents and writing my own roles. I’ve discovered that I am in the perfect place to tell stories that haven’t been told. I decided to embrace all parts of my identity and stop judging myself by how well I passed for “normal.” I began connecting with other amputees and think of our shared identity as a culture – one we could celebrate.

Now, I dream of pushing the boundaries – both in my life and work – of what is considered feminine, healthy, and sexy. I had to let go of my survivors’ guilt and stop trying to be someone worthy of being saved. Being “an inspiration” can be extremely lonely; especially when I let that title keep me from being, saying, and doing what my true self desired. Despite disappointed friends and family, I let go of a marriage that no longer served me. Currently, I continue to work on the fear associated with the type of films I’d like to make and messages I’d like to send. Will people see me differently after they know what goes on in my head? Maybe. But I’m opening myself anyway. I’m tired of clutching my life so close.

In the western world, we are so competitive and so focused on keeping hold of things we have no control over. We set ourselves against our own bodies. We talk in terms of fighting back the bulge, the disease, and the clock.  We hold tight to images of what we need to be before we find happiness. We think of diets and exercise in terms of deprivation and torture. We push and we struggle. I had to let go of the fight. Now, I listen for where I need to go and take steps into the darkness. I embrace my body in sickness and in health, in triumph and in failure, in strength and in weakness.

Three years into remission, I am no longer afraid. I used to spend so much time worrying about whether or not cancer was growing inside me. I worried about what the treatments would take away from me – my hair, my energy, my career, comfort, future plans, pieces of my body. Now, I treat my body like a temple with fresh vegan food, relaxation, and forgiveness. I celebrate what is here now. I put more scars on my mat than there are scars on my body. No matter what comes, I will be present for it.

Being committed to my health and the environment gives me a sense of stability in a tumultuous, and at times toxic, world. I love it when people ask me how they can change their lives to be more like me. I think it’s kind of funny when people forget to pity me. Together, we are learning to see vibrance instead of disability. I’ve changed the intention behind the question: why me?

For me, yoga is more than an exercise; it is a spiritual practice. When I am on my mat, I remember to just be. I remember that life is a balance between what we can control and what we can’t. I’m learning to live between effort and surrender.

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  • Reply brenda hogan July 30, 2012 at 2:55 pm

    What an inspiration you are to not give up. YOU ARE AMAZING GOD BLESS YOU!

  • Reply Diane Clement July 30, 2012 at 3:01 pm

    WOW – What an inspirational story. Kudos to Danielle for pushing past fear and stepping up to extraordinary measures.

  • Reply Shelley Lowther July 30, 2012 at 4:01 pm

    Beautiful. Inspiring. Empowering. Danielle, you are an inspiration.

  • Reply Nancy A July 30, 2012 at 5:06 pm

    totally inspiring and honest. thanks for sharing your story warts and all. wishing you the best and thanking you for all that you shared. heroic and brave… satya

  • Reply marinachetner July 30, 2012 at 5:14 pm

    Excellent, strong, and powerful! Thank you for setting such a good example and I loved this line: “Once you begin your practice, you learn to give up those labels and just show up. “

  • Reply jamesvincentknowles July 30, 2012 at 6:31 pm

    “I’ve changed the intention behind the question: why me?”

    Indeed you have … indeed you have, Danielle. You’re a goddess & an angel, both beautiful & strong, deserving of soft hard hugs and gentle kisses when you need them, and of all the grace & gratitude in the world. namaste

  • Reply Sharon Pingitore July 30, 2012 at 7:05 pm

    You are a Warrior Goddess, I am honored to have read your story, Danielle.
    You are also the true definition of yoga.

  • Reply jack6744 July 30, 2012 at 7:27 pm

    First to Danielle’s mom from Jennifer’s mom…I am so happy that you found my daughter so she could meet the amazing person that your daughter is. Her story is so inspiring to me and will be to many others who are going through what she went through. I just love what she wrote and I am sharing it with everyone I know. You must be so very proud of her. She is an example of courage and love.

    • Reply daniorner July 31, 2012 at 2:17 pm

      I will make sure my mom sees your comment. She is taking a trip down the coast at the moment and is away from her computer. Thank you so much! I am glad a random posting of my photo brought me and your daughter together. She has brought so much into my life in such a short period of time. A little overwhelming and very wonderful!

  • Reply myriamsofialluria July 30, 2012 at 7:49 pm

    Eloquence and wisdom, deeply moving words. How beautifully you have discovered the yoga inside of you. Many blessings to you for continued health, and a long life full of victories.

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  • Reply Denise Barry July 31, 2012 at 5:28 am

    This is beautiful beyond words….thank you for sharing what’s inside of you.

  • Reply cinnamon23 July 31, 2012 at 7:52 am

    Brought tears to my eyes, so inspiring!!! Keep it up 🙂

  • Reply cinnamon23 July 31, 2012 at 7:52 am

    very inspiring! brought tears to my eyes

  • Reply natcha July 31, 2012 at 9:45 am

    Thank you. 🙂

  • Reply daniorner July 31, 2012 at 2:13 pm

    Thank you all for your beautiful comments! It is always frightening to talk about the painful experiences in life but your encouragement has given me a boost of energy to keep doing what I know I’ve been called to do. Often, I find myself thinking that I’ll help others or take risks when I’ve got all my stuff together (i.e. when I’m flawless and polished) but you’ve reminded me that what we all need is honesty not perfection. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

    And an extra special thanks to Jennifer who embodies her own message. I’ve never met someone so immediately generous with their time, talents, and resources as she has been! I can only aspire to be just as open-hearted and genuinely interested in making other people’s dreams a reality.

    A wise friend of mine once had a dream about wanting to crowd surf. He is a rather big guy and he couldn’t find people in the dream strong enough to lift him. In the dream, he walked to the top of a hill and found a whole group of tall people willing to carry him. I love this metaphor of needing and asking the Universe for people to support you. Thanks Jennifer for welcoming me into a whole group of ”tall people.”

    • Reply barbarapotter July 31, 2012 at 5:02 pm

      Danielle, love your comment. You are such a generous person.

    • Reply Lora Lennon December 8, 2014 at 2:05 pm

      Having recently met you, it never occurred to me to pity you (as you said in the second to last paragraph of this piece…funny you do have that effect on people), I was actually a little embarrassed that I was complaining about my own physical limitations when you so obviously had embraced your body and were so graceful in your practice. Your smile is so bright and your spirit is so lively, I am deeply inspired by your story and I’m glad I got to practice next to you.

  • Reply Ann Graham August 3, 2012 at 7:51 pm

    I am an osteosarcoma survivor too. I had limb salvage surgery instead of amputation, 90% of the inside of my leg is titanium. I just began yoga- it is frustrating and fabulous. There is so much I can’t do, I have to work at not giving up, and at times feeling sorry for myself. I was always athletic and flexible – now I can’t sit cris-crossed and struggle with many poses.
    Thanks for reminding me to keep showing up.
    With Hope,

    • Reply daniorner August 3, 2012 at 9:54 pm

      Hi Ann,
      I am so glad you keep showing up. I almost didn’t start practicing yoga because I knew that I’d never be able to master some poses. But the best thing about yoga is that it is not a competition. It is a conversation between your unique body and mind. Some days, I still get frustrated but most days I am in awe of how much I can do. Plus, you are reaping major health benefits even if you don’t look like a fitness model on the cover of Yoga Journal. =) You’ve already done more than most people just by overcoming your doubts and showing up. Many able-bodied people are terrified of yoga. Every time your feet touch your mat, you are already a warrior. Practice on.

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    Danielle and Ann, what I am loving through your exchange is that you are both showing the effects of yoga “off the mat.” As my yoga teacher told us today, there’s alot of talk about asanas, but the major rewards are how we apply stillness, patience, and focus to our daily lives. It is so easy to give up when things are hard (in general), and your will is so strong. I love that and I am learning that all we can do is the best for ourselves in our own condition. Thank you for being so inspiring.

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  • Reply Janet September 14, 2012 at 10:10 am

    Reading your story as part of a work-related research quest brought me to my knees. As a mother, I have been humbled many, many times and will remember your strength and positivity the next time I start to feel hopeless. I’m working with a medical management company and would like to include stories like yours for their social media campaign. Have you shared some of the details about where you had your treatment and who the bio engineers were that created your fabulous leg?
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  • Reply Isabel Gomez del Barco October 22, 2012 at 8:33 am

    What a Brave women you are……Beatifull and inspiring….

  • Reply Katy @ Naner-A-Day October 25, 2012 at 10:38 am

    Truly inspiring and had me in tears. Thanks for sharing this beautiful story.

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    Yoga después del cáncer!!! Gran ejemplo!!

  • Reply Cindy December 12, 2012 at 4:41 pm

    My sister passed almost 10 years ago from non-smoker lung cancer …we had a quote that we loved from Arthur Ashe…he said to paraphrase…why would I ask “why me” when the bad things in life happen …when I don’t ask “why me” when the good things happen:) Crap happens and life can be a struggle ..but when it is is what you do with it that shows people who you really are and what is really important!
    All the best to you…and I love yoga too:)

  • Reply Nafis Ta December 13, 2012 at 12:29 am

    congratulations for ur hight self-confidence, ur courage and strong beliefs on urself ….thanks alot for sharing ur great experience and good luck 🙂

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    Wow…what a brave and inspirational story!!

  • Reply Bianca April 8, 2019 at 10:36 pm

    You are so strong I hope I can be like you. Fighting cancer is one of the hardest things to do.

  • Reply Jhoei June 7, 2019 at 12:34 am

    You have an inspiring story. That’s the spirit! I admire you for fighting cancer head-on.

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    I love your SPIRIT! Your story motivated me so much! Thanks for sharing!

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