When I next heard that voice while sleeping, I dismissed it. I recalled my afternoon 7 years earlier walking among cherry blossoms and observing koi. There was no evidence that anything had changed. My mind was playing tricks on me. Time passed. An awareness grew - decreased energy, shortness of breath, my heart skipped a few beats, then hurried to catch up. A Dr visit, followed quickly by ER. Out of shape from a sedentary office job, too much time driving a car, too many sweets and carbs, a poor diet. Try dietary changes, increase my fitness, take a prn medication, and check back later. That's all.
Cancer is an annoyance nipping at my heels, an incessant awareness that cannot be ignored. It inconveniently demands attention mid-stride causing me to trip and stumble. Given attention, it's grip slowly releases only to strike again. Without attention, it bites harder tearing past my protective clothing daring to devour my very soul. Some claim to be skilled enough to temper and train it. We enter basic obedience and though unruly, it starts to respond well. The trainer turns away to work with another. Distracted, forgetting its presence, my attention drifts elsewhere. I notice others with their companions, daydream of blue skies and cool waters at a distant oasis, and witness black balloons floating up to heaven. Sudden recognition jolts me as it snaps at my heel. I struggle to regain balance. Sympathetic onlookers, friends, and family provide advice, encouragement, and offer to shelter it for me, but I cannot give it away or rehome it. Even if it were possible to do so, it wou...
"Oh, look at that beautiful sunset. I have cancer." "There is my friend so and so who I haven't seen for awhile. Does so and so know I have cancer?" "I just bought a car, and a new bicycle. You know you have cancer, right?!" You only have so many spoons because you have cancer, hold back." Cancer is ever present in my daily thoughts ...how do I make it stop? I have been in mourning. Poor me. From the depths of my soul resilience emerges. I choose or choose not. Cancer does not own me. I act. I breathe. I consider. I do. I feel. I give. I hope. I invest. I love. I resolve. I seek. I try. I am not a silent passenger on a runaway train. I ride the track with mindful intention, taking in the sights, the smells, the tastes, the sounds, and the touches, atuning my senses and my soul until the track is no more.
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