How much does superstition play in your cancer world? Is it or was it ever a factor?
It was in our years with the beast. We parked on the same level, on the same side of the parking lot at the cancer center for every appointment. If there came a day when there wasn’t a spot open, one of us would say something like, “The day’s starting off wrong already!”
During Leroy’s chemo days, I would leave the infusion room just as his drip would begin and drive down to a little bakery at Fells Point. They had those cookies with big chocolate drops on top and Leroy loved them. They may not have had medicinal powers, but they had good karma in them, and that’s all I cared about. Those cookies did just as much for his spirit as the chemo did to the cancer, or at least, it seemed that way.
We always saw patients walking around with lucky pillows, stuffed animals, good luck charms. If cancer does anything, it gives a person permission to believe in just about anything that will make a difference in how you face your disease.
My little Webster’s dictionary defines the word ‘superstition’ this way, “Beliefs based on ignorance, fear of the unknown, or trust in magic.”
I’d say someone in the Webster’s family has faced cancer.