I kept waiting for the call that said it was all a mistake. I knew deep down that it was not going to happen. But maybe it will be like the movies and I would get a last minute reprieve… I wrote this when I first started the blog and didn’t finish it. Below is the rest.
As we all know, that was not the case. The script was not written with a last minute reprieve. Or was it? A “reprieve”, in it’s noun form, is a cancellation or postponement of a punishment. While I in no way think my cancer diagnosis is any sort of punishment, maybe it is some sort of a cancellation.
I am cancelling a life of cancer for a life free of cancer. I don’t even want to think about the ramifications if the diagnosis had been made any later than it was. I am cancelling aspects of my life that need to be changed in order to deal with an ever changing life script. Dealing with the ever changing script of my life is a huge learning process.
I am learning that not having control over every aspect of your life is, at times, overwhelming.
I am learning how to ask for help without feeling like a bother, or high maintenance, or a pain in the neck, or a whiner, or whimpy. I could go on and on but I think you get the point.
I am learning that too much internet searching is not productive, mentally or emotionally.
I am learning that I am my own best advocate.
I am learning that I am so lucky to have access to such outstanding medical care.
I am learning how truly and deeply loved I am from my community, friends and family.
So I think that a reprieve was written into the script of my life. I think the script will again be rewritten and the reprieve will be replaced by permanent life changes, life changes learned from my reprieve.