Our Creek and the Cancer Journey

October 1, 2016

 I've been searching for a metaphor to help me get through this cancer journey I find myself on.  A friend of mine who's a breast cancer survivor said she thought of it as a river.  Before I had my port installed yesterday I was imagining a dark river at night that I was being pushed into-  so much unknown.  The port was the beginning of this murky journey.  But then yesterday morning I was looking at our retreat photos for courage and I shifted my metaphor to our creek.  You get in the tube and look up.  Some years the creek's high and you get a smooth, fast ride.  Other years it's low and there are a lot of bumps on the way, places you have to work hard to keep yourself moving.  But the scenery is beautiful if you look up and to the side.  A lot is out of your control.  I was happy for the rain yesterday, filling our creek to make the ride smoother.  When I got to the hospital and learned that I wouldn't be completely sedated, that was a definite bump or rock to get stuck on.  It was so scary being wheeled into the operating stage knowing I would be awake the whole time.  So I closed my eyes and looked "up", imagining our sky and trees and it really helped.  I also remembered the creatures Brendan and Caleb caught last year and imagined that all the doctors and nurses were those creatures.

 

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