[cancer] What do you say to someone like me?
Yesterday’s post on the hour and manner of my death drew a substantial number of comments on both sides of my blog [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ] as well as on Facebook, many of them very touching. Thank you, everyone. It’s an interesting (and sobering) reminder of the journey I’m on, which I’ve made a deliberate choice to share quite openly.
To that end, I still mean to compose a post on the surgery experience itself. That will come. After I see my medical oncologist on Monday, I’ll have something today Tuesday or Wednesday. I don’t expect answers from them so much as more questions. Cancer really is a disease of statistics and post facto analysis, and is not amenable to accurate forecasting on a case-by-case basis. In other words, expect more existential confusion on my part.
Several folks asked me what they could say or do, how to talk about this process. My first and most important answer is that this is very idiosyncratic. Everyone in a position similar to mine probably has a different way of thinking of this, of wanting to be approached. Many people are intensely private about illness for a whole host of reasons. Many people seek comfort in religious faith or spiritual practice. Some people just surrender to the process. Some fight to the bitter end.
As for me, I have to say, there’s not much anyone can say that’s substantive. Expressions of support, whether in the form of good wishes, keeping a candle lit, prayers or whatever, are always appreciated. But mostly, I am fine with an acknowledgment that this situation is lousy. “That sucks, man,” sits well with me because it’s the simple truth. I really don’t need to be treated any differently, I’m still me, regardless of the circumstances. Sometimes a very reduced me, depending where precisely where medicine and my brain are intersecting, but still me.
If you’re close enough to me in real or virtual life to offer some specific help, that’s good, too. My immediate, local circle of friends and family (a/k/a the Tribe) are very engaged with logistical and moral support on an in-person basis. Other, more geographically distant, friends offer other kinds of support, from running the Acts of Whimsy fundraiser, to acting as my science advisors, to creating art and artifacts that delight my heart, to just sending me bells and funny cards and cool hats and coproliths in the mail.
But mostly I appreciate knowing that my words, my testimony of cancer and its discontents, reach people. It’s not that I feel like I’m shouting in the dark, as I am in fact very aware of my audience. It’s just that feedback helps.
That being said, I have a funny reaction to some things people say to me. This is entirely my issue, not the fault of the speakers/commentors, but I’m pretty allergic to being told I’m a hero, or that I’m brave. By my own lights, I’m doing what has to be done. I didn’t choose this life, I don’t want this life, but being a cancer patient is what I am. So I do what I must. To my way of the thinking, there’s nothing heroic about my life. Heroism, bravery — those require choices and sacrifice. I don’t really have choices any more, and what I have given up has been seized from me by this disease rather than freely offered by me as a sacrifice.
At the same time, much as I believe the story belongs to the reader, I recognize that my experience belongs to everyone else who witnesses it. I have chosen to be public about my illness. What that means is up to each and every one of you reading. So it’s not fair of me to cringe from statements about bravery or inspiration if that’s what you see in me. It is only for me to acknowledge and thank.
In sum, say what you will. We are all mirrors of one another’s souls. What you see in me is what you need to see in me, just as what I see in you is what I need to see in you. I’m not a delicate flower to wilt at the wrong words. I’m just a man, fighting for his life, and narrating that struggle, whether to the bitter end or to a satisfying deus ex machina that might yet lift me free of this tumor-riddled valley of the shadow of death.
My words are my offering, nothing more. Make of all this what you will.
Posted: 8:39 am Fri February 01 2013 |