It’s been a summer of high humidity and slow and easy traffic around the neighborhood. New families have moved in along my walking route and it became obvious yesterday and today that they made the choice to live in this ‘hood’ because the schools are so good. It has been a like a Rockwell painting these past two mornings; the cutest little kids anticipating the big yellow school bus with Mom and Dad and the dog all waiting to wish the little people a good day at school. The drama, the tears, the smiles and the book bags that are twice the size of these kids, weighing them down as they take their first steps onto the bus. The anticipation of what’s to come.
The passage of time. Another school year begins.
There’s another house on the bus route. The kids who were raised there are grown up now. They are married and live a few miles away. Their Mom is still living in that house and she’s been anticipating a new beginning too. Living with cancer is her new normal. It’s the anticipation of her biopsy that weighs on her mind these days. Her doctors tell her she should get the results in a few days. What does that mean? Two days is a few days in my book, but odds are she won’t hear anything for at least a week.
Once again, it’s the waiting that makes this so difficult. Knowing is better than not knowing. You can make a plan, when you know what you’ve got to deal with.
The anticipation is the worst.
Happy will take over this weekend. It will beat cancer with a capital “H.”
A wonderful couple will come together in marriage with a celebration full of “HAPPY.”
Just a few months ago, the bride-to-be shed tears, in fact we all did, when her Dad passed away after a short, hard fought battle with cancer. He knew his diagnosis would not allow him to be here this weekend so the family celebrated early, with a betrothal ceremony and the bride danced with her Dad. Pictures were taken, and memories were made.
So much love in this wonderful family. This will be a ceremony tinged with sadness, but HAPPY will prevail.
HAPPY will take over…
She’s been a friend for a very long time.
We’ve spent many hours at the pool. We talk about our lives; we share our stories and talk about our families and jobs. We swim in the lanes and talk about how we love summer. When our favorite season starts to wind down, like it is now, we both feel the change in the air. We notice how the clouds change too. In peak summer, when the thunderstorms rage across our sky, the clouds are big balls of ‘angry.’ Now, later in the season, they seem to flatten out. There’s not as much room for the lightning and thunder to hide and even though we still get T-storms, they space themselves out a little more and we’re both very glad about that too.
So when my friend went for her annual mammogram, it seemed like just another summer day. She would be late to the pool that day. She didn’t come to the pool that day. She was told there was something on the scan that needed further examination. A sonogram, a needle biopsy, and cancer was discovered. Surgery will be in a couple of days.
What do you say to that? You want to say “You’ll be OK.” You want to say “Don’t worry.” You want to say all that healthy eating, exercising, living will pay off and this will be a blip on your screen.
You pray all that will be a factor in her recovery and she’ll be fine.
You want all those thoughts to be true.
Seven for seven…it doesn’t get any better than that!
3 colon cancers, gone.
3 breast cancers, gone.
1 lymphoma, gone.
Patients I don’t know well, but had the good fortune to meet while working on some clinical trials and immunotherapy projects this past week.
Doctors and patients were smiling at the results of these scans.
Is this a sign that cancer treatments are improving and patients are seeing the results of the hard work of researchers and scientists at the lab bench? One can only hope that is true.
One the more ‘magical/mystical’ side of how I look at this disease, I’d like to think some how cancer is “on the run,” that it’s heading for a deep hole somewhere. Too many good ways of killing cancer are out there now and it’s just time for this bad stuff to disappear.
YUP….I’ going with ‘magical/mystical’ with a huge dose of science thrown in…
It spoke volumes.
A gesture I see in the lobby of the cancer center hundred of times a day. It came mean a lot of things; a big “hello,” a “good to see you,” or a “what can I do to make the hurt go away?”
There was no question about this hug. The couple sat in their chairs taking turns to look around the room watching for some one. A woman, wearing a white coat finally came through the doors and the couple stood up quickly. The woman reached out, trying to capture both of them in one wide, open armed embrace. It was the kind of hug that came with an “I’m so sorry.”
The couple held on to the doctor but the news was not going to change. Red faced and almost embarrassed that they had become so emotional in a public place, the three of them finally sat down to talk. It was a private conversation, but the body language was easy to read.
Cancer. A hug. Hold on to Hope.
It’s not just another day.
I stopped trying to make it just another day a long time ago.
Leroy died this day, eight years ago, and when I look back I see the stages of grief the experts talk about and I guess I went through just about every one. I think I added a few new ones too. Each of us have our own layers of grief depending on the details of our lives and that’s OK.
It takes a lot for me to tear up at the mention of his name now. Early on I could turn into a puddle just walking by his picture on the wall. I’ve come a long way.
I still talk about him in the “almost” present when a story comes to mind. I think about how he would have loved a movie I’d seen or a concert we would have gone to. And I still love to see his Hawaiian shirts in the closet.
But it’s different now. The “missing” is different.
I’d like to think his adventuresome spirit is still soaring; his big, wonderful laugh is still echoing somewhere and for all the wisdom and guidance he shared, I hope those who benefited, will remember him today of all days.
It’s not just another day.
To Cathi and Al,
What beautiful thoughts to “lift” and soothe the feelings of loss that still remain.
Eight years is a long time. Maybe for some, it’s a time stamp that means it’s time to stop remembering; even stop feeling the sadness, but not here, not in this heart.
My album of memories overflows with ‘moments’ that bubble up with anniversaries, simple dinners, walks on the beach, finishing each others’ sentences, sunsets and sun rises. I see smiles and hear a laugh so big it could shake a room full of people.
I still see Leroy. And as August 15th approaches, the images get stronger.
The memories are here for me and I love them.
These would be his last ten days.
Eight years ago, these would be the last ten days of his life.
He was 53 years old. How could that be? Cancer is the short, one word answer.
We had dealt with his colon cancer for almost 8 years. There were bad times. The “You have cancer” moment comes to mind. His doctor looked as surprised as we were, but there was the evidence in a 5X7 color glossy photo. A cancerous tumor found from a routine colonoscopy. A life changer.
There were good times. “You’re N-E-D.” No evidence of disease. “Go to Maui, NOW.” We did. A farewell tour of our favorite spots for Mai Tai’s and macadamia crusted Ahi and saying good-bye to so many friends. We sat by the pool, sailed the beautiful Pacific, sat on the lanai and remembered so many times we’d watched the sunset explode into golden light as it sank into the sea.
We both knew his life was beginning to ebb but neither one of us wanted to dwell on it. The care giving changed as his needs changed.
The last ten days taught me more about life than death.
It was in July of last year, I was getting ready to drive to Virginia for a surprise 60th birthday party for a good friend.
Just a few days earlier he had been told “YOU have cancer.”
His family decided the party needed to go on and they made the right decision. The party was GREAT. Family and friends, the two ingredients that made Jay’s life, made it a special night. Inside he knew he had just been handed a death sentence, and a few of us in the room that night knew it too. We kept Jay’s secret and celebrated his 60 years with gusto.
Cancer wasted no time; he was gone 8 months later.
Today would have been Jay’s 61st birthday. No party this night. No celebration, except to remember him with love and the gratitude that he was my friend.
Jay and I would meet at the canal on June 16th, Leroy’s birthday, and we would have a little ceremony and release balloons in Leroy’s memory every year. It was always a special time for the two of us to remember the Big Guy so today, I did the same for Jay.
Happy Birthday my friend. That big, Happy Face/Happy Birthday Balloon that sailed by you in heaven was from me, remembering, from our spot at the canal. I miss you.
The diagnosis was years ago. It was one of the more dangerous cancers but the doctors were aggressive and went right to work on it. The treatment was harsh. It took a lot out of the patient, but she survived both the treatment and the peril of living with cancer.
She went back to life as close to what it was B-C. It’s never what it was, but if you work at it, it can resemble that former life.
Any one who has been through this knows every time you look in the mirror you wonder what’s going on inside? Are those cancer cells really gone? Did ONE survive the treatment and find a new place to call home and even though it hasn’t been detected yet, it’s there, already doing damage?
In this case, the answer is yes. The most recent scans confirmed it. It didn’t come back at the original location, but it found another place that would work just as well. It’s grown enough now, that the scans have picked-up its damage. Recurrence is how they phrase it but you know it has new misery.
It’s back to treatment. It’s back to hard days at the cancer center.
Recurrence: To return to one’s attention or memory. That’s how the dictionary defines it.