Friday, January 22, 2010
What is it about hospital beds?
I trust that there is a happy medium that you arrive at someday, the right balance between remembering and forgetting, a way to maintain the good things that came out of a difficult experience, and a way to trust that just because something bad happened once doesn't mean it's predetermined to happen again. And oddly enough, that hospital bed brought me back to a place that I learned is not all that scary, to the place where you realize you are all alone in an experience, and being alone is OK, because we always are really. Only you on your own can feel what it means to live your life, and really living your life in that awareness is a gift.
Friday, November 20, 2009
A reluctant welcome
But I also bet that I probably sounded like I was doing pretty well those first days too, and I was, given the situation, but I also found myself wanting to run away from my life, wanting to cry or be angry and not doing so because it would elicit more attention from my loved ones and I didn't really want it, I needed to be left alone a bit. I wasn't really ready to talk to other cancer survivors or read triumphant stories, I just needed to let things sink in for a while. But what was a comfort was knowing that if I did have questions or did want to hear someone's story they were there for me, so I suppose that's all I can do for my friend right now...
The minute I first heard the news about him my first instinct was to say "welcome to my Tribe", and I meant it, with all the bittersweet implications that comes with. I meant it as an embrace and I meant it as a message that it's not all that bad being in this Tribe. I do believe that, but at the same time I'd rather not have to welcome any more of the people that I love into it.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
So they said it's supposed to be a "Wake Up Call", right?
Monday, October 19, 2009
LIVE-ing with cancer
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Give me a head with HAIR, long beautiful hair...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Umbilical Cord Syndrome
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Hippychick 2.0
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Power
Goes to show you how much I know...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Phase 3
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Been thinking some more
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Wrapping my head around a blog
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Let me explain the Tribe
We walk among you, you know, we’re not all that different from you, no need to fear us, pity us, reject us or ignore us. We are just like you, except that one day we had the “C” word dropped on us… yes, that “C” word, cancer. It’s the great divider, those with and those without, but is it? And does it need to be? We all walk around with it in our bodies, we all have cancer cells present, its just that some of us have or had more of them, OK, maybe lots more of them. But the minute that scarlett letter is emblazened on you then you become this other person, you are no longer just “my friend, Dora”, you become “my friend, Dora, with cancer”; the addendum typically said in a whisper. And that makes both parties feel odd, different, awkward, needlessly so. So I’m here to say that we can all relax around this, I know it would do me a world of good and would probably be good for you as well.
Odds are that even if you’re not aware of it you know people who have had to deal with cancer, we put our pants on one leg at a time too; we’re just like everyone else. Except that the minute you are made aware of someone’s “C” status there is a social schism that drops down like a weighted curtain, and stays there. Are we really that scary? Is that whole “reminds us of our own mortality” thing really that strong? We have the same probability of stepping off a curb one day and being hit by a bus as you do; the odds are the same for us all.
OK, back to today- I know I walk alone through my experience with cancer (ironically even though I have amazing people in my life that hold my hand down the path, and for them I am infinitely grateful). There's such a push-pull involved in this tribe, the push against pre-conceived concepts surrounding our diagnoses, the pull of a forceful camaraderie that we would no doubt opt out of given the choice. But this is what I have been given in life, some of us belong to the blue eyed tribe, some the left handed tribe, some the alcoholic tribe, you get my drift... me? the c-tribe.