“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
— Vivian Greene
I don’t know why I’m finding this so hard to write. Last year I bared my soul to you, last year I shared every gory detail of every procedure and here I am unable to write today’s post. I’ve been thinking about what I want to say for days now and I am coming up dry.
I know I want to tell you…
- Today is 1 year since my (please God) last radiation treatment.
- I had a moment on Monday on Wildwood’s boardwalk that reminded me that it really is about learning to dance in the rain.
- I am in the middle of my 2 quarterly MRIs.
- I am scared.
I said to you on December 31, 2011, “We are all still here, we are all still standing, and 2012 brings with it the promise of hope.”
(totally clunky segue) You’ll have to forgive me, I’m all over the place today. I’m struggling with how to tell you that I was furiously happy and completely in the moment Monday as we stood on the seawall and listened and watched and felt as a thunderstorm passed from one end of the island (Wildwood) to the other. I’m struggling with how to tell you that I had an aha moment while huddled under an awning on the boardwalk waiting for the storm to pass. And I am struggling with how to tell you that I am scared. I want to tell you that I am 1 year cancer-free, but I won’t know the results of the 2 MRIs until July 6 when I see the neurosurgeon and oncologist.
I’m finally putting the pieces of my life back together. I am out and seeing friends, I’m taking photos and reasserting my independence. I am writing a freelance story for my former editor and I’m volunteering to be part of something that I believe helps people. I meditate on wholeness and healing. I am working to put Humpty Dumpty back together again but I’m not quite sure where all the pieces fit now.
Where do audacious, smart, and independent fit?
Where do anxious, terrified, and afraid go?
Can I dance in the rain while I’m terrified?
I don’t know, so I suppose for today I’ll just say that it is all about learning to dance in the rain.
Love & Pink Rubber Galoshes,
~ Carol Anne