Love and Cancer
complain, however I’ve given myself permission to be sad, at times, about
having cancer. Especially as family and friends see my health decline,
and when I’m fearful about facing the chemo room. I also struggle with those
reality moments cancer forces you to endure, even when I realize those
“reality moments” give me greater appreciation and perspective for
the beauty of life.
Ovarian Cancer, and received the treatment to match the diagnosis. A cancer reality I learned quickly is our earthly bodies are susceptible to the
hardships of this earth, and it’s difficult to grasp the demands
of the fight; adequate nutrition, weight loss, nausea, pain, appointments, bills, and constant pokes,
pricks, scans and sticks.
it”, and honestly sometimes it felt okay to think about revolting, but I kept
in mind, we must never give up the fight!
connotation it brings. My husband Benjamin and I, in a half-hearted attempt,
wrestled with the actuality and logistics of a Cancer diagnosis, but we’ll
never forget the moment it really hit us! It was relatively late in the
journey, considering our first meeting with my Oncologist was in November 2012,
and hard to forget since we were clearly told “it had spread” and
“you can die from this”. Death’s the unspoken awareness with Cancer,
causing conversations between family friends, to get a bit
awkward. Benjamin and I have a keen awareness of how
Cancer sometimes can lead to an uncomfortable reality. Benjamin lost his father and grandfather to Cancer, and I also saw
my mom BEAT Cancer, but lost my grandfather, an uncle, and a young cousin to
the fight. The realities of Cancer are intricate, but for Benjamin and I not truly real until Valentine’s Day 2013.
I was two months out of a major surgery and two months into a tough chemo
regiment when reality struck. I’d completed my sixth cycle of chemo, and
worked up enough energy to ride with my Valentine to grab takeout. It was a
beautiful day in the middle of an Oklahoma winter, and pulling out of the
parking lot I was excited about our “dinner in” when I heard a familiar
song. I turned up the radio to hear Adele (who I love), as she sang “Someone
Like You”. For those familiar with her work it’s actually a break up song, but
as I heard the melody she sang ” I heard you
settled down, you found a girl, and your married now, I heard your dreams
doesn’t heal me, I’ want to be in Heaven, receiving word my Benjamin had
someone to help him and make his dreams come true”. The thought was tough to
swallow, and my emotion became greater as Adele sang out “I wish nothing but
the best for you, don’t forget me I beg, I remember you said, ‘Sometimes it
last in love but sometimes it hurts instead”. I was moved beyond tears,
and realized I wouldn’t be able to hide or hold the pain in. Reality hit like a
ton of bricks, I was sad, and wrestling with the idea of OUR dreams not coming
quickly realized we were passing the cemetery I’d driven by earlier with my
mom. I wasn’t driving when we passed it on our way to a blood draw, so I’d had plenty of time to glance at the cemetery’s
lone visitor. I don’t know what he looked like, but I know he had a great love,
and he was looking forward to being reunited someday. The man came prepared with a white lawn chair to enjoy the cool afternoon while
seated next to his Valentine’s grave. In a glimpse I knew he was talking and
creating sacred moments.
As Benjamin grew concern over my tears, I decided it
would be easier to tell him about the image of the man seated next to his
sweetheart for Valentine’s as the reason tears continued to run down my
cheek. As I reflected and talked about the Valentine’s Day romantic we were
moved to tears, and into a moment where God provided us with the
opportunity to talk about the sometimes tough realities.
we could see the sunset God had shaped into a pink heart just for us; a sign of
Hope or Silver Lining of sorts God used to paint over the darkness.
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Much Love to all!
|My husband Benjamin and I right after I shave my head-
|Benjamin and I before my surgery
Photo cred: Neely Jacobson Photography