And yesterday as we were talking to Dr. B, I don't remember how it happened, but Mary, Judy and I all picked up that there was something wrong with what we thought this journey was about and what Dr. B thought it was about.
My cancer, according to Dr. B, is incurable. Worst case scenario, less then a year. Best case scenario, 3-5 years. IS this a joke? I mean people who go to prison can get a life sentence or 3-5 in the big house.
I have just had 50 mg of benedryl, and I go foggy as he talked. Not really scared, but more like a slap in the face. Judy, presses for the whole story from Dr. B. Our world has just been turned around, upside down. Dr. B states that he has already told us this information. We are all animate. We have never heard any of this information. I have never worried about the end of the journey because I wanted to experience each moment and not skip or miss all the sweetness and kindness and giving and love that so many people have given me, and now, I have to tell them, once again, this is not quite what we hoped for.
After Dr. B left this adorable little nurse came in and told us that she had colon cancer. Stage 4. She had a colostomy bag and a feeding tube. At 78 pounds they told her she had 3 years. Never give birth to a child, only have months to spend with the husband she loves and adores. That was 10 years ago. She has a 5 month old now. We can not always predict how the journey will proceed, to end, it is not all science and best guesses by the doctors, it is also up to the person on the journey. I am sure for as many stories that I could find about survivors living full and happy lives after they have been given their death sentences, there are also stories about people who were good little robot patients and followed the doctors diagnosis and died at their given expiration date.
I am not going to use the doctor's diagnosis as a road map to the end. I am not going to focus on the end. Well, other then getting my will finalized, training people to replace me at work, talking to Rich about my retirement and are there any adjustments we have to make with this new information. Talk to Susan, Rich's sister the doctor and get a second opinion.
So what will this journey look like? Well, I know I am not going to make any drastic changes. Right now, this glorious morning as I sit on Luna de Casa back porch, listening to Elvis crow in the morning, the dogs munching their breakfast, bird calling back and forth to each other, Luna the cat calling her insistent cry to be fed as she marches up and down through the gardens, I know that I want my life to be right here. No, not at Luna de Casa, but my place. Snuggled up in a wooded area that 3/4 of the property is a cleared pasture that I have been planting an orchard and vineyard in. I want to clean out my veggie gardens, my flower gardens. I always feel stronger and more connected when I am sitting in a garden, weeding or planting or harvesting or simply admiring the beauty of the crooked rows, the tenacity of the plants, the micro environments that bring caterpillars that will burst into their gaudy wings and will flit from flower to flower gathering pollen and nectar, providing movement, grace and beauty to my little world. I want to spend time with my labs, my cats, chickens and rabbits, feed the fish in the lotus pond, fill the nectar in the hummer feeders. I want to live the sweet, beautiful life I have, right here, with my beloved ones. Yes, I do want to do more traveling. Vicki and I have planned to go to Great Britain, to Scotland to see our property, in England to walk along Hadrian's wall, to have high tea in the Pump house in Bath, to stare at Stonehenge on a foggy, dewy morning, and Avery. I would like to travel to the Pacific Coast Highway in the height of summer to search for the Anna Hummer, yes, I want to add a few more birds to my life list. To ride a motorcycle again, not drive it, just play opossum girl on the back, clinging on tight as we fly through the air. I would like to go up in a open cockpit plane , I really would like to wing walk, but I have yet to find anyone with that type of plane who thought this would be a good idea. I guess that is the beginning of my bucket list. I have done so much in my life, and I don't plan to change that now, balance my life here with my job and travel.
Maybe the lab results will tell us more, something different maybe. I am not the type of person to let go and give up, to get angry, ask why or throw myself into despair. The science will help guide us on the journey and in three weeks they will run those scans or X-rays or whatever they need to see if this chemo has made any difference. Will there be more hope? I don't know, we will have to wait and see. But without fear and trepidation, I have to be clear minded and strong right now, to see what I have, a new idea of this journey.
Remember if the doc is right, this is not new, this is how it was last week, I didn't know that, but nothing is different from last week, but the perspective. A perspective that is shared with so many beloved, and for my dear Ms Moon and her support Mr Moon, and the kids, for Judy and Denise. They are the front line, they are the ones that share the emotions that save me. Judy is angry about how we found out and how this was handled so badly. Mary is sad, I am turning to science and the tests and their results. That gives me 3 weeks that I can be in denial before the science either elates or slaps me. I know I will have to take the emotional journey, but when you are angry or sad you may not make the best decisions. Say the right things. And because of the amazing love and energy that Judy and Ms Moon give me when we are going through this process, they help me to have the time to take to let everything sink in. To decide what I do next.
And then of course there are all my dear wonderful friends at the Opera House, and at work, and my beloveds like Vicki and Susanand Linda, friends in Spain and the Netherlands and spread across this beautiful country of ours, way too numerous to name. Thank you all, and for you who came over after my "Make a Wish" moment with Mary, saying, just 25 followers, not 24. The number seemed important, and as you responded and the count went higher, it was not as important as a number. No the fact that you are such kind and caring people, you listened to Ms Moon's request, and because you love her blog, her language and thoughts, her love and anxieties, her sweet caring self, you gave me my only wish. Thank you.
And for all of my beloveds, I wish I could have told you this turn of events in a more beautiful way, maybe with a more hopeful ending to this journey. But it is not over, and just because they can not cure this little "c", I have never been good at following directions that I don't believe in. That is how I ended up in that corner in Kindergarten standing next to Vicki. And oh, how important that moment has been in my life. Like meeting Jennifer in second grade, like meeting Susan and Linda at UF, like meeting my dearest Bob at work 25 years ago, and Debbie and so many others who are such a part of my life. Every turn on my journey has held experiences that have led me here. Now I will continue on this journey and live each moment, like sipping martinis on the Moon porch with Ms Moon and Judy. Like sitting across the table at Essence of India with my Rich, or across my desk from Bob or Phyllis. These are each precious moments, the breath of life, the simple easy to miss moments in a busy world. That is it, my world seems slower today, more clear, more confusing, but again, if I stay right here for this moment, fingers clumsily gliding across Ms Moon's Mac, I am still so very very grateful for this journey, and the knowledge that I did not have on Tuesday. Today I know a new story and a new journey, one not given to hope, but I say right now, I do feel hopeful that this journey will continue to be as amazing as it has been these last 6 months. And that I am strong enough to face and cope with all those things still to come. And I will not be afraid or angry. Sad, maybe, thoughtful and meditative hopefully, and welcome the joy and love and kindness and sweet life. And then where and when this journey will go or end, I don't know. I hope I know at the end, that it is the end and that I look straight at what will come after this journey ends. And that those left here, will sometimes think of me and smile because of a moment, a simple point of time where we shared something.
Thank you all, and now you know that this journey is probably not heading where we thought, and if you don't want to take this journey any farther. Then we will pull the train over and hug and kiss and wish you well. Thank you for the time you shared with me sittin on my porch. And know that I understand completely, each of you are on your own journey, and mine just may be going in a different direction. I appreciate all the comments, love and support on my little blog and for Judy pushing me to keep a journal and for Mary helping me to start this simple journal blog. It does help to let go of yesterday and to face today, less burdened.
This is not the end, this is just another twist and turn on this journey.