While I am very happy for my friends (especially those who have struggled right alongside me), I can't help but feel disappointed and discouraged by my body's seemingly uncooperative attitude. It's easy to feel guilt and blame - just lop it onto the ever-growing mountain that I've saddled myself with since cancer changed things so. Even though logically, I know that I didn't do anything to cause my lymphoma, and I've done everything within my financial and gastronomical power to improve our chances at conception, the feelings are hard to shake. Bouncing back and forth from living in the moment, enjoying watching my boy blossom, read, sing, smile, and then fighting the desire to crumple into a ball under the fear of the uncertain future.
The heart of the matter is that in treating my cancer, I rightly chose to preserve my own life. In doing so, I may have lost the ability to create another one. This is not a choice I should have had to make.
Okay, okay. I'm working through the angry, the bitter, and the sad of what chemo did. Dan and I have every intention of building our family, through whatever means necessary. I am enormously blessed with a loving husband, a healthy child, doting parents close by, a home, fresh food, supportive family, quality friends, health insurance, a part time job, and a few pairs of shoes I even like (there's more but I don't want to rub it in). Meditation is helping me to make peace with whatever will be, helping me to loosen my grip on Plan A (as if we were still on Plan A).
And today, to help me regain my perspective, I had my six month CT scan. Dr. Herbert, wonderful, caring, human Dr. Herbert called me approximately 15 minutes after I had dropped off the disk at his department to give me his caveat-filled take on the images: looks good.
We all have this blissful illusion of control. We imagine that we will reap what we sow, hard work will be rewarded, etc. Until reality sets in and that delicious, comforting feeling of power (we thought we had) is suddenly in pieces on the floor. Sometimes, it takes a big meatball (seitan?) to open our eyes to the randomness of life.
Tonight, when I posted my preliminary good news on Facebook (which, by the way, I've been trying to largely stay away from in order to stay sane), the feedback was so gratifying. Thinking back to 2 years, 8 months, and 25 days ago (diagnosis day), I did not foresee the future. I was not time traveling, future projecting, or kicking myself for past mistakes. All I focused on was every minute as it came (and not vomiting).
|blast from the past|
Big gracious love to you for reading, "liking", commenting, messaging, calling, texting, emailing, old fashioned letter writing, and reminding me you are there. Those reminders are essential to staying focused on what IS (instead of what ISN'T).