I spent the past 17 months with a compass sized contraption in my chest. It looks like this:
Hope realized.
Last week I had a doctor’s appointment where my doctor analyzed the results of my latest CT scan and blood work. He deemed my results “excellent.” Relief and gratitude washed over me. As you can imagine, waiting for those results is maddening. It’s like balancing on a fence for a week, being told you may not hop down. One one side of you is a fluffy mattress, puppies, a massage therapist, a nice Malbec, endless episodes of Parks & Rec and like, George Clooney or Ryan Gosling, I mean, my wonderful, handsome husband whom I love very much. On the other side of the fence is fire, spiky things, expense reports, your 7th grade math teacher, Mrs. McKinney, who was void of soul and mean as the day is long, humidity, spiders, pop-country music, scratchy wool sweaters, pantyhose, mayonnaise just lying around in glistening, awful mounds and a cloud of farts. Broccoli farts.
Suicide
So the actor, Robin Williams, age 63, died this week, apparently from hanging himself with a belt in his home after his wife went to bed. His assistant found him in the morning. This news made me feel truly sad. Most celebrity deaths do not invoke a sense of personal loss for me. However, this guy was special.
Mork appears in some of my earliest memories and Patch Adams made me want to be a doctor and the movie Dead Poet Society made me want to be a teacher. There seemed to be real kindness behind the smile. There seemed to be a good natured generosity inside. What do I know about his character? Maybe he was rude or impatient. Regardless, what’s clear is that this was a gifted man who lived an interesting life, could afford all he wanted, experienced success at many levels and made a significant impact on the world.
And, yet, one evening a few days ago, apparently, he couldn’t stand to live another moment.
Even if He does not
You can learn in any number of ways. But one of the most intense ways to learn and grow is to (either purposely or involuntarily) dive into the depths. The physical and psychological places where fear originates and persists.
The NEW new Normal
When I started this blog, my first entry was titled The New Normal
I felt it was necessary to acknowledge and even declare that we were in a new situation – that life as we knew it was a thing of the past and we were in a brand new chapter. Well, here we are again. While I won’t feel comfortable saying I’m “in remission” until my scan in a couple weeks, let’s just assume that I am and that is the new state of affairs. No longer a cancer patient, no longer a cancer warrior actively fighting cancer – but rather a cancer SURVIVOR.
In some ways, this new era is trickier than the previous one. On one hand, you want to shout from the rooftops ” I BEAT CANCER!” and “GOD HEALED ME!” and “YOUR PRAYERS WORKED!” and “MODERN MEDICINE IS A MIRACLE!” and “MY DOCTORS ROCK!” And on the other, you want to whisper “but it might come back.” When you’re battling cancer, you’re a street fighter – you’ve got your enemy right in front of you where you can punch it square in the face – you KNOW what the problem is and where it is. You can see it. It’s big and bad and ugly and it scares you, but you have a target to hit. In remission, you are tempted to see yourself moreso as walking through the streets at night with a hoodie pulled down over your face, ducking your head and nervously glancing over your shoulder, flinching at every skittering leaf and alley cat.
I don’t want to be that. So I’m not going to. And this blog is now going to be the story of how I figure out how. How do I parent and work and be a wife and a friend and daughter and mentor and mentee and human SURVIVOR that is vigilant and responsible about my ongoing health, without living each day terrified of it coming back? I’m not sure yet. But I have some ideas – and I’m taking this bull by the horns and wrestling with it. Sorry for the mixed metaphors – but that’s how it is in my head for now. Mixed.
I'm so grateful
Tomorrow is my last day of chemo pills. Wooooo!!!!
Suffering
I had chemo today. So I’m suffering. My body feels weird. Tired. Achy. Queasy. Uncomfortable. The cold bothers me in weird ways. My hands and feet feel stung, or electrified and then go numb. My eyes sting. Sneezing is horrifically painful.
Laura taught me…
My friend died last night. My sweet beautiful friend went rounds against cancer, fighting hard while living gracefully. As it stole her energy, her comfort and her hair, what it failed to steal was her spirit. Instead, her soul strengthened through the journey and reached out beyond her inner circle to everyone who knew her, like a rainbow whirlwind, sweeping up others with her love and joy.