In everyone’s life there are moments of
change. Where, in a blink, your life takes a drastic turn. I’m not talking
about your fist kiss or high school diploma. These are moments that resonate so
deeply within your psyche that the entire trajectory of your life is forever
altered. For many of us, having our first child is one such event - when the world
suddenly doesn’t revolve around us anymore, and we understand what real love is. Six years as a mother and wife, and my
trajectory seemed locked firmly into place, until one moment forced it off its
mark… the day my father told me he had cancer.
I knew he was going in to have a biopsy
of a mass in his leg, but we all thought it was nothing – just a complication
from a recent knee surgery. It wasn’t. My father had a massive Soft Tissue
Sarcoma, or cancerous tumor, in his calf. I was terrified. The doctors checked
his lungs, supposedly the next stop for this type of cancer, and they were
clean. He went through radiation therapy
and they successfully removed the tumor. We thought we’d dodged a bullet. But
six months later, on a routine scan, our carefully constructed fantasy fell
apart. The cancer had metastasized to his lungs.
The reality that my father might die hit
me like a sledgehammer. The fear was suffocating. What’s worse, I was completely helpless. All
I could do was watch as this man who was, and always will be, my hero tremble
in fear as he was taken away for surgery, then stand-by impotently when he woke
up in so much pain he could barely speak, and have little beyond encouragement to
offer as he suffered over weeks of recovery. Praying served no comfort. I’m
agnostic so I wouldn’t know who to pray to anyway. So I just watched as my
father slowly recovered and I continue to watch even now as they scan his lungs
every three months for more tumors, and worry if this time will be the last. Life goes on day by day, but this worry I
carry with me, though at times it only exists as a kernel of doubt in the back
of my mind, it is always there haunting me.
Recently, I discovered that an
acquaintance of mine had lung surgery. My mind went immediately to my father. I
knew with complete certainty what he was going through, and though I was
concerned, it wasn’t until my friend was recovered and we were face to face, that
I mustered the courage to ask how he was doing. I didn’t know he had cancer. I
wondered, but I didn’t know, and wouldn’t have asked if he hadn’t told me. Here
was a young man, about my age, who had the exact same metastasized sarcoma as
my father, except for one difference… he was sicker. I could feel a slew of
emotions all striking me at once, but all I could summon to say was, “I’m
sorry.” Then he surprised me. Without a trace of sadness or fear he told me that
he wouldn’t “give up the experience.” Of course, he wished he didn’t have to be
sick, but he wouldn’t want to give up the experience because he’d learned so
much. “You see things differently,” he said and I understood what he meant. You
do see things differently. When something so significant touches your life, you
cannot pass through it unchanged. For each of us the effect will be different:
some look for answers in religion, others achieve a renewed focus on family,
and still others become angry and bitter. I can’t say exactly what my friend or
even my father took from this experience, but even so I understood, because
fundamental to it is a re-evaluation of your life.
That is why, at 36, I threw
away my career as a teacher to pursue writing. It’s why I’m pouring my heart
out onto this paper with little regard for the risk involved in sharing
something so personal with total strangers. My whole life has been an exercise
in playing it safe - doing things the “right” way - but life’s to damn short to
waste away on being safe. I refuse to continue focusing on a future that may
never come. I don’t know about heaven or hell or the nothingness that may be
waiting for me on the other side. All I truly know is the here and now: my
home, my friends and my family. And for
all the pain and uncertainty that surrounds me, I refuse to wallow in the things
I cannot change, but focus on the here and now. I may not be able to live forever, but what I
can do is live and live well.
Really lovable article brother.
ReplyDeleteWhat a true and touching story! I've nominated you for a Liebster award - see here - http://www.aprilscountrylife.blogspot.com/2012/10/ive-been-nominated.html
ReplyDeleteCourtney dear, sometimes the only words one can say is I'm sorry. My dear friends (we are 58) husband just suffered a severe stroke, he has been in ICU for 10 days. Life is uncertain. I am a religious person and look to my beliefs for comfort.
ReplyDeleteBut one must enjoy the moment--that's really all we have is moments. Pursue your passion, enjoy life.
I have had several major back surgeries in the last 10 years. My life is not what I thought it would be. But, it has forced me to slow down and really enjoy what I have--a great husband, 6 children and 14 perfect grandchildren. I enjoy relationships and look for small ways I can make others happy.
Have a wonderful week.