This blog started out as a huge release for my feelings and emotions. Unfortunately the last two years, with so many hits, and strangers coming and reading I've realized how much I've reeled myself back and put some walls up. Which is a shame. I love writing, and even as of recent people swear I should collect some of my old writings from here and the board and put them into some kind of memoir.
At this point though, I've narrowed the readers on this blog down to 200. Still a lot, but nothing like before. I miss writing with passion, and talking about the rawness of this disease and my life. I miss it. I still write everyday on my own. However I can't tell you how nice it is to help other cancer patients with information, or other chronic illness patients with how to go about this life as gracefully as possible.
I watched a lecture yesterday with my brother on natural happiness and synthesized happiness. The difference? Natural happiness is something more or so expected in our lives that we would definitely be joyful over, ie, winning the lottery, visiting a long-time friend, a graduation. We expect to be happy, we usually get it, our brain is wired that way. Flip parts of those thoughts around and you find the synthesized happiness. This is how we perceive our situation, and what we take from it -- it lends you to be happy if you are in control of this part of your brain (which he revealed obviously, many of us are not). He gave a great example of a innocent man who had been convicted for life, the man spent around 50 years in prison until DNA proved him innocent. One of the first statements he released was
'I don't regret a moment of it, it was glorious.'
There are probably a lot of you staring at that phrase and thinking, is he insane? As soon as this lecturer revealed the picture of this man and his quote, I didn't flinch. I understood. To a certain extent, even under the harshest of circumstances we create our own happiness. Yes, there are things we will get in life (few and maybe far between) that will REALLY make us happy. But the moments that we are living, are ours to own.
Sometimes, I am in a prison. My body is my prison. For months, I was throwing up every meal, my body ached everywhere, I had blood draws almost everyday, and to say I was weak would be an understatement. Flash forward to today: The last two weeks have been heaven. Those two weeks I did not throw up, spike fevers, need fluids, or take extra medication. Did I do anything crazy? Did I win any money or meet the man of my dreams? Did I land a great job? Or did my disease get any better? no. But I control my perceptions over things. Most people might think I'm crazy. 'So, all you did was visit friends in CT... have dinner with your Aunt and Uncle... have a few lunches with friends.. and spend time with family?' yeah. that is all I did, and it was wonderful.
I won't lie, January-March was a low, low point for me. I couldn't move. I was vomiting 4-5 times a day, at least 20 pills a day, losing weight, needing two units of fluids, tons of blood draws, I was wasting away. But I can tell you, in between -- there was a dinner with my aunt and uncle, a visit with a friend, much TV watching with my moms, and lots of phone calls from friends that kept me going. I write this because, I truly believe our lives are all about perspective. We will do things and experience things we absolutely loathe, or that are insanely painful to continue on our path. But in my eyes, at this moment, even if you are literally or figuratively living in a prison, there are moments... somewhere.
I gaurentee fifty years in prison ain't no cup of tea. But I also bet, that man left that gated institution with knowledge, friendships, an abundant amount of mental stamina and strength.
So, it is. in many forms about perspective and this different form of happiness. Will I still be happy when one of my friends gets married, has a baby, or when I finally graduate? Of course. But I will also soak up happiness when I get to have lunch with a friend, when food stays in my stomach, and when my body doesn't hurt for a few hours in a day.
So remember, you do have your natural happiness. Things that will obviously make you happy. But, your synthesized happiness is something you can actually control, it is a lens you look through that can better your life, your relationships, and your experiences. For me, I always wonder what it would be like to compare myself to my peers... what would each say on our 50th birthday parties? Because I know there are a lot of my peers out there who 'expect' to get to age fifty, and definitely will not say the same thing I do, if I get there. Can you guess what it would be...
Maybe something along the lines of, 'it was glorious for me too.'
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Infusion four tomorrow: positive thoughts for no more allergic reactions.
Sending Love,
B
8 comments:
Hey Bek,
Fantastic post! I agree with everything you said... Amazing how we gain such appreciation for the simple things when they are taken away from us and we're able to get them back...
I truly hope the 1.8 will continue to make a difference for you!
Take care,
chris
What a breath of fresh air...HUGS Glad things are looking up in your heart, head, and life :oD
As always, Bekah...you say it beautifully! In a very sad, unkind way, those of us touched, so young, by such an awful disease are blessed...we get to witness the fragility of life that others cannot fully appreciate.
I have to say, I'm sometimes envious of those around me who still 'sweat the small stuff' because to them the small stuff is actually quite big! But on the flip side, I do wonder if our life, our family life isn't the richer for it and where we would be without having been shown that what we have is so, so precious....
My dad didn't have that opportunity - he didn't reach the age of 50. He wasn't taken by any disease, but a dreadful road accident...no doubt he was still sweating the small stuff thinking he had another 30 or 40 years of life ahead to iron it all out...no such luck.......
I love your outlook on life - I don't think W and I are as good at it all as you, but we try and we continue to see you as our inspirational, beautiful B......<3
Good.
If you want to hold onto the lecture, it's here: http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/dan_gilbert_asks_why_are_we_happy.html
But if you can find heaven in Doylestown, I doubt you'll need to review it. You're a master already.
Love,
Jake
Beautifully written post. It sort of reminds of what Buddha said: "it's your mind that creates this world."
I can relate to what you are saying because I should be dead; I was expected to die almost 17 years ago from a ruptured brain aneurysm. Since then, I have lost family members and many friends, some through cancer, some suddenly. Currently, the friend who called 911 the night of the aneurysm rupture, is struggling with an aggressive cancer that was diagnosed in March. Now I am there for her as she was for me.
It amazes me how fragile life can be and at the same time, how much our bodies and spirits can endure. There is so much beauty and so much to be grateful for in the simple things, the everyday things that are so easy to take for granted. Sometimes it is the brutal reality of a serious illness or a loss or a change in life's circumstances that can pull you up short and leave you really thinking about life and what matters. For me, I am glad that it did.
Take care,
JoAnn
Bekah - I check alot to see how you are doing. Your writing is inspirational. I have three children around your age and I always keep you in my prayers. I don't know if it was my cancer, or my life in general, but I have always found the happiness in life. When my son with learning disabilites came home with a gold star and a huge smile in his eyes, that's really all I needed to be happy. I was happy because he was proud of himself. You must have some absolutely wonderful moms. I can't imagine what they go thru watching you go thru this crap, and I'm sure they treasure every smile and bit of laughter from you. I turned 50 six years ago (before cancer) and I appreciated my life. Every small and big thing. I still have, and always will have, lots of side effects and bad days (nothing compared to yours) but I do find good stuff in every day. I agree that you should do something with your journals. You have so much to share, such courage, strength, and grace. Much love to you and I hope this next round is kind to you
I have certainly learned this lesson as well, having survived a coronary aneurism that only by luck was discovered in time to repair and prevent taking me in one single massive coronary in 1998. Open heart surgery is no fun but afterward there is a lot of time to think. I came to see that every day is a whole new lifetime. Monotony is ALWAYS an illusion. My life became richer and richer in my eyes and in many tangible ways as well. Joy, love, fulfillment, happiness, all these things are not temporally located in the future or the past, they are independent of time and can only exist in the here and now, right this second.
Another note to say you are always in my thoughts, my friend!
Mary
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