for a few reasons. Primarily that since my chemo ended and my last scan
revealed NED (no evidence of disease) I have been, well, getting on with my
life. I ran in the marathon, had my 38th birthday, visited San Juan, Puerto Rico with one of my besties.
hand, it is quite celebratory. It’s a
gift to be done with getting poison injected into my veins every two weeks. It’s incredible to begin to heal and feel
like myself. It’s a relief to know that
pretty much, each day I will feel a little bit better until I’m back to
version of a normal life where you live like most people do but also have to find out
whether your cancer came back every 3 months, is a very complex transition. There are relationships that need to be
attended to – with cancer and treatment, it’s kind of an “all about me” world
that is not meant to be sustained.
Shifting back to reclaiming responsibilities from daily chores to emotional
support of other people is both fulfilling and challenging.
Basically everything. Your routine
that keeps everyone on track, your child’s behavior, your marriage, your toenails, the health
of your friendships, your bad habits, the cardboard boxes piling up in the
garage that need to go to recycling. The
perfect example of what I’m talking about happened when I went to unearth a
cooler from the garage and the precariously stacked mountain of cardboard
literally came tumbling down.
Crash. Mess. Sigh.
been tended to for so long. Really need to get a pedicure on the calendar, people.
but all around them, weeds threaten to choke them. I find myself in a daily battle, pulling them
out at the root, protecting my tiny seedlings.
Why do the weeds grow so fast and strong and tall while the snow pea
seedlings need so much care? I don’t
know, exactly – I’m no horticulturalist; I just grow a mean zucchini. But I recognize the potential negative impact
of ignoring the garden for so long.
easier if I’d had the kind of cancer that tends not to come back. I could just deal with the trauma I’ve
experienced and move on. But this cancer
lurks. It hides and then pounces, making
another go of taking me down. It almost
doesn’t seem worth the trouble of pulling out the gardening tools.
So much hope for so many things. There
is hope that I’ll live plenty long enough to completely screw my life up 🙂 so it
seems sensible to put in the effort required in order to avoid that. I want to be my best self, be the best mom,
the best wife, the best employee, the best friend, the best version of myself I
can be, no matter when my expiration date is, or if or when I’ll have to fight
this monster again. In fact, should I
have to fight again, I want to be my best self to be ready.