The Journey

I have a woman-crush on Emily McDowell.  She’s the genius behind a small empire that started out with greeting cards that perfectly express those thoughts that occasionally swarm in my head.  One of my favorites simply says:

When life gives you lemons, I won’t tell you a story about my cousin’s friend who died of lemons.

That one always makes me laugh-snort.  It’s quite possible that you need to live through a cancer diagnosis (and the accompanying real-life stories of deadly lemons that people feel compelled to share) to appreciate the real humor in that card.

Another favorite is her frankly stated, ‘Let me be the first to punch the next person who calls your cancer diagnosis a journey,’ card.  Yes, please!

A journey conjures up images of exotic excursions, delightful jaunts or some wonderfully pleasurable trip.  Calling cancer a journey seems a banal attempt to romanticize the unromantic.

Cancer is not a journey.  Cancer is an acid forced down your throat.  An acrid stench enveloping your every sense.  An explosive fire burning all around you leaving you running, gasping for air.  The lucky ones find an escape route.  The others….

If we feel compelled to find a journey in all of this, let’s follow the slow ascent back to some semblance of normalcy – or the new normal as I begrudgingly refer to it. Because, from the moment your life is turned upside down by the realization that you have cancer (fucking cancer), you never return to normal.  You are always aware that some awful creature burrowed its way into your sacred space and stole your peace.  And he can do it again.  

My new normal, my journey, is about learning how to keep that cancer creature at bay.  It’s about learning how to quell the chaos in my brain that screams, “No, don’t eat that.  No, don’t drink that.  No, don’t smell that.  No, don’t use that.  No, don’t live like that because maybe, just maybe, that will give the creature new life.”

My new normal, my journey, involves an unyielding determination to do life;  to say yes because saying no only emboldens the creature.  “Yes, I will go to Las Vegas.  Yes, I will run a half marathon while I’m there.  Yes, I will raise $3,000 for Sparrow’s Nest.  Yes, I will take that new job.  Yes, I would love to explore that hidden garden with you.  Yes, I will gladly hike Shades of Death Trail with you.  Yes, yes, yes….or, more appropriately stated, FU cancer!”