Currently, this is the longest I have gone without chemo since starting the crappy stuff. Amazing! I tire easily, but over-all I’m doing fairly well physically.
I wasn’t sure how much we would post after chemo. I’m still not sure. 🙂 But as someone pointed out (ahem, John Mark) 🙂 our blog title is “In sickness and in Health.” He laid out a very convincing argument why we should continue. So here goes, at least for now.
Just like my husband, reflection seems to be my favorite past time lately. I think too much. But regardless, here are some of my thoughts as of late:
Somewhere back in the subconscious section of my brain I had the idea that after chemo I’d be this giant-of-a-saint! I figured that with that kind of fire all the dross would HAVE to go. Hah! Haven’t told that part of my brain yet, but that was a joke! I am still a woman with a fallen nature and I battle with it every day. I still get annoyed over ridiculous things, and I still want to snap at my husband every now and then, and I still think evil of people sometimes and well, you get the point. It was embarrassing to be surprised by this. I should have known.
Chemo required LOTS of focus. The petty things of life were momentarily smudged into the background, making me think they didn’t exist anymore and never would. That was a joke too.
I also thought I would never be ungrateful again. Those days I lay on the couch just longing for even one ounce of strength, I KNEW that if I would be restored to health I’d never again take it for granted. Hah…again.
Well, this is sounding very cynical. The fact is this: I have this paranoia of discovering that the last half year really didn’t count for much after all. What really did it accomplish? I certainly don’t want to have gone through that hell for nothing. I WANT to have changed and grown and while I know I have, it’s not always evident. I also know it’s not just about me. I believe God had plans outside of me involved in this mess.
Here’s another fact: I’m not perfect. Never will be this side of eternity. And though I never would have said it, I think I had this preconceived idea that perfection logically follows hardship. I need to be okay with God changing me one step at a time.
What I want to say next makes me very nervous because I’m afraid of being misunderstood. And since I don’t fully understand it myself, I fear others won’t either. Regardless, I take the plunge.
To be quite honest I’m still in the transition fog, finding my way back to normal life again. It is not at all how I expected. I’m not sure what I was expecting. Maybe days filled with overwhelming happiness just to be done with chemo. And while I AM incredibly grateful, I deal with a melancholy depression. I don’t blame you if you think, “Hello! You’ve been healed. Why are you depressed?” I can’t say except that maybe a deep valley physically brings on some emotional/spiritual valleys. Makes me wonder what Job felt after everything was restored to him two-fold. His contrast was starker than mine.
I feel lost. I knew who I was before chemo, and I knew who I was during chemo, but I don’t know who I am now. I have changed inside, but I don’t know how to apply that to the new normal. I feel very much like what Frodo Baggins felt when he comes to the end of his journey and doesn’t know how to pick up the threads of a normal life again.
Did I mention that I like to think?