Yesterday was bitter sweet. It’s the first time in the last two years that I have truly felt like a cancer patient again. I have been working very hard on the natural side of things but part of this cancer is just not responding. And to say I’m exhausted is an understatement. Physically. Mentally. My battle is long and hard. An endurance battle. I couldn’t help but let the tears fall. I let all the emotions out. The emotions that I have pushed down.
The reality is I don’t know how much time I have. Just when I felt I could celebrate a win, cancer snuck behind my back and attacked from a different angle leaving me with so much physical pain I could no longer function. It’s been a reality check. I never realized it could cause me this much pain and how much that pain would effect me mentally and emotionally. It literally spiralled me down into the darkness and I’ve been a zombie. It’s made me angry. It’s saddened me to not be able to even hug my girls without being in excruciating pain. To not runs and play with them in the ocean. And this is not a way of life for me...to sit on the sides lines.
So now I have to keep faith. I have to keep hoping that my path will lead to me to my rainbow. I have to trust the next part of my journey. Western medicine will offer me reprieve for a while but it comes at a cost. A cost that I have been trying to avoid but there comes a point when I can’t deny that I need this next treatment. And I need to work. It’s time for me to truly let go of any expectations I had for this journey. Nothing is turning out as expected. Worrying about the next steps is pointless. I need to let go of the person I think I am. I need to let go of any identity I have given myself and let the universe guide me to new uncharted waters. I need to be curious about what awaits me, not saddened by what I’m leaving behind. This is a complete game of the mind and in choosing to face this with courage through my fears allows me to keep moving forward.
I have been hit and hit and keep getting hit, but I come back every time, often stronger than before.
And in the words of my oncologist, it will get worse before it gets better, I must prepare myself for the challenge. Physically and mentally. So in these weak moments when I feel like I can’t take anymore, when I feel defeated and that by giving in to western medicine I have somehow failed, somehow, somewhere I find more. I find more strength. I find more courage. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to live in pain for the rest of my life. I will give this everything. There is no quitting. There is no giving up. And if that means putting my head down and taking what western medicine has to offer to give me time to work more diligently on the alternative side, then so be it. This has never been a denial of treatment for me, it has always been about quality of life. And in the last six weeks cancer has been stealing that from me. The pain has become too much to bear affecting my quality of life. So the fork in the road is here, and I’m choosing to walk in the middle.
I will beat down my own path in this and do whatever it takes. It’s these times of complete darkness when you truly see your light. It becomes a choice to let go and let yourself be guided. I’m letting my heart guide me here. My first step is pain medication and radiation to my sternum. These side effects, more pain and burning, and then the hope is that the cancer will be dormant and my pain will be gone for now. But I know this is temporary, and my oncologist knows it too. My hope is that it will give me the time I need to hit this thing harder on the alternative side and keep me in the game. My new hero, well he has always been a hero, is Rocky, “it’s not about how hard you can hit, it’s about how hard you get hit and keep moving forward.”