I have prostate cancer. After I wrote that sentence, I starred at it for …minutes. At the same time I am listening to this TEDtalk by Jimmy Lin. This is the third “TED time” I let the words flow into my ears. This is the current part.
Now for the future part.
While listening this time, my mind wondered to the image of the tree at the Cancer Treatment Center of AMerica, Zion, IL. I walk by that image every three weeks. Yep. You guessed it. That is where I am “fighting cancer” with CHEMO. There also is a survivors group (thing) next to the tree. The group relates to cancer like a boxing match. Then it sprung on me like a wind from the south. HOT. Full of moisture. In my face and against my body. “How many of those people have been hit in the face at a boxing match?” The (it) was that question.
I thought of cancer like a fire. Unpredictable. Potentially deadly. Always causing damage, even at the smallest level. Leaving a scar and always doing harm. Needs a call for help and needs to rely on strangers to fight the flames. Then there is the campfire. I control it and put it out or let it burn itself out. Then bursting into a raging wall and surrounding me with a choke hold going for the kill grab. South wind. Hot. Fighting all the way to death. Or… giving into the flames of screaming glory. Either way damaged…never to be the same again. Sure did like that fact that Jimmy Lin, a stranger, and the VERY SMART PEOPLE that God put on this earth at this time have the time to “fight cancer.” I leave you (the listener) with my favorite get away statement..”when this is all over, I get to go to heaven.” What is your future fight? RLW