Physically I have had a pretty good couple of days. There are only slight reminders that I am doing things to my body that are not normal, but they have not kept me from being a part of society. I have been able to exercise (moderation), eat (even gained weight - 2 lbs heavier than pre treatment), and go to a nice bon fire.
Emotionally last night was tuff. In a earlier post, I told how Maya (my daughter) was my medicine. She has really stepped up and taken that bond to heart. That alone made me cry tears of joy and love. But her mom has pointed out a concern about that. If things do not go to plan, the simplicity of Maya being my medicine sets her up for a burden that is not fair. After careful thought I agree with my ex on this. So I decided that I have to separate the event into distinguishable parts. I have started to teach my 4yo that daddy is sick with cancer. No real details are part of this, it is more just giving my problem a name. I am teaching her that the Dr. gives daddy shots (chemo), and they are both needed and make me feel bad. The final part is the Maya Medicine. MY Maya Medicine makes my heart feel better and makes me smile no matter how bad the shots are or how the cancer is. My goal was to provide separation. We will review this with mom tonight, so she can also help teach her where her role comes in.
I thought it would be simple to tell this to her. Heck I talk to coworkers that have heard the rumors all the time, and I have no problem with it. I mean it is a beatable form, and the odds are fairly good. But with her, there is the strongest bond I have on this earth. With her I was facing the possibility of what I could leave behind in my wake. It was tough to look her in the eye and say Cancer. The tears kept flowing from the corners of my eyes. She was so sweet, that she wiped them for daddy. She even gave me her sweater to use for my eyes.
All this in no way changes my emotional stand to fight. But I have had to do some serious soul searching about my role. It seems that cancer is indiscriminate. In the book I am reading by Lance Armstrong, they wrote a few lines that resonate loudly. To Paraphrase: Cancer has been beaten by some folks with no fight in them. Then there are others who are very strong and well supported that end up losing even with good odds. So I have to accept the fact that some of my fight is not up to me. The inner question is how am I going to react? I am a fighter, and I am a believer in the fact that no one really knows the extent of what we can do with our own minds. So I am going to keep doing my part. Even if things are tuff, I will not give up. Just because it is indiscriminate, does not mean I will ever give up my right to resist its goals.
A piece of good news, my mom is flying in on Wednesday to help and visit. She is not going to be able to stay long this time, but she will be here for the hard part of this next treatment.
Thanks for all the support, thoughts, and prayers.