Knock knock: depression calling!

Bing bong bing bong bong bong bing bong (Big Ben chimes doorbell)

Me: who is it?

Depression: oh an old friend!

Me: [excited because I’ve been isolated for seven months, opens door expectantly] Oh, no. It’s you. How did you get our new address?

Depression: I can find you anywhere at any time in anyplace so anyway I’d like to talk to your husband.

Me: [through a barely opened door crack] It seems you’ve already been talking to him behind my back!

Depression: Oh, he he, yeah that. Well, I’m always around…in the garage, the workshop, sitting in his office. He and I have a pact. If he’s laying down I come visit him and ruminate along with him, kind of like meditation.

Me: I was under the impression he is meditating, at least that’s what he’s been telling me.

Depression: HA! That’s funny. He tells you he’s meditating? Oh, good one. He’s finally learned, goodness he’s a stubborn one. He’s meditating alright. Rumination, meditation, what’s the difference?

Me: I’m very disappointed, let me come out there on the front porch, I’d prefer he not know you’re here. I love him and love is stronger than darkness and depression. [I try abc hold back my nearly audible angry tears…not again I say to myself.]

Depression: Well, I got news for ya toots, he’s been cheating on you with me.

[I slip out the front door and quietly shut it behind me careful not to let it see our new house.]

Now out in front of the house:

Depression: Oh very nice inside, I’ve already seen it, been around during those inexplicable arguments, when he tells you to “leave him alone” it’s because I’m there. I’m just good at hiding. You never do see me coming do you?

Me: Oh, I think you’re not as smart as you believe. That’s when I try my best to show him love and caring, make sure he knows I’m here for him. Love heals depression. Well…That and his psychiatrist and his medication.

Depression: Well, when was the last time he had his meds adjusted or saw his psychiatrist? And if you really believe love can beat me, you’re sorely mistaken.

Me: You don’t stand a chance in hell against me. Our trust will see us through. He knows you’re lying to him he just can’t always find the strength to remember sometimes and he pushes me away for a while, but I’m stronger than you. And I know all too well when you’re around.

Depression: Ha. Stupid woman. Drugs may have worked for a while, but I think you’re really overstating your importance. More like impotence aren’t you. I know your sex life goes down the tubes so to speak when I’m around, just like his hygiene. Haha haha. Stinks, doesn’t it?

Me: you’re an asshole. Is your partner anxiety with you?

Depression: Of course, didn’t you notice he was here last week. You were at your oncologist appointment and he knew you would be gone for enough time – didn’t his son push the right buttons while you, poor thing, were getting poked and prodded three hours away. Oh, we also have a contact at your oncologist’s office.

Me: Why can’t you just pick on someone else? No, let me take that back – no one deserves to feel this way. Why don’t you just piss off and die, both of you?

Depression: Oh we wouldn’t do that, and besides we are having a great time during Covid. Lots of new recruits to play with. I mean, we can’t seem to get through to you, but there’s thousands if not millions of people who have a really hard time with isolation and not seeing friends or the people they love. Covid has taken over the hardest part of our job!

Me: This won’t go on forever – you’ll have to go back to working twice as hard again. And by the way some of us are just not going to let you in, since we have no proclivity for being depressed.

Depression: Don’t worry we are not giving up. We will eventually get in your door too. Besides there are plenty better candidates than you for now. Lots more people with cancer who will relent to that negative self talk “why me?” “What did I do to deserve cancer?” “I’m such a loser I can’t even get better with chemotherapy.” “Where did all my friends go? Why am I so alone and afraid?” Oh those are my cues to put a dark veil over their minds, let them sleep all the time, and if the cancer doesn’t kill them…

Me: You’re a sick sick thing. Go away, he’s calling me and I don’t want him knowing you’re here. I’m going to hug him and put on some of his favorite music and get him out in the sunshine today.

Depression: [nearly invisible and hardly audible] Shit, no wonder we can’t get in, he’s a little stronger and you know what we are allergic to…but I’m always around…gasp…cough…I’ll see you soon…gasp…I promise you…wheeze cough…I…

Slipping inside I slam shut and lock the front door and go to wake up my crabby morning hubby. “Honey let’s get out today I’ll make us some lattes. Take a shower and shave so I can kiss your handsome face, and let’s sing and play guitar for a while. I’m gonna put on some music.”

Meanwhile the 70 degree temperature and bright blue sky along with the birds coming to bathe in the fountain in front of the house remind me that the world is full of memories not yet made and there’s much to be thankful for. I remember that love, patience, guidance and above all a commitment to my gratitude to having our happiness uninterrupted by this other disease that lives silently in the dark corners of our life isn’t going to visit us today and I hope not for a long time to come.

May you find peace and hope in these strange and difficult days.

Meditation

Please allow me to share a current meditation with you.

In quiet moments, I sit relaxed listening to the fireplace: the sizzle of the wood and the clicking of the cast iron as it expands with the rising temperature, the energy coaxing a well timed 1:4 beat in the background for my chant. Sometimes I may whisper the words to myself and other times spoken only to myself in my mind.

Sometimes I’m still or others I rock or sway gently side to side or front to back. All the while it’s important to push my thoughts out from my mind – I use an imaginary hand to shoo them away like flies on a picnic blanket. No violence, just a helpful movement of the pests so concentration on the words of the meditation can rise like the sun enlightening my mind…

All things in time, all for the reasons on which my life tumbles and turns to the songs of the spheres. Remind me as I am a human being, the universe tells me when I need to know: all is well. All is well.

Cancer and Freedom, Lost and Found

When I think about it, anyone with cancer or who’s had cancer suffers from many losses. Can we boil it down to a loss of freedom? In a way we’ve lost many of the freedoms they once we took for granted.

We’ve lost the freedom to make plans long or short term. Gone is the freedom to have a week where we don’t have to worry about our ability to keep an appointment. Further, we’ve lost our freedom to plan on vacations too far out in advance. And in some cases we lose the freedom to make certain decisions for ourselves. And what I mean by decisions, I mean our cancer actually makes the decisions for us. 

For instance, can we really decide, as I am in the throes of right now, to move to a new house in a new city? Perhaps  cancer slows us down so much that we can’t even meet deadlines required to sell and buy a new home? The Many mornings when I can’t wake up to take the 2 1/2 hour drive to see the new city and to experience it that’s a freedom that I wish I had. Maybe we could’ve even moved even further but alas I don’t have the freedom to travel quite as far as I used to. I need to be close enough to a hospital and to a cancer center and find a good oncologist. I’d also like to be close enough to an integrative health center, but I know that’s asking for a lot.

Most people can enjoy freedom in their lives day today week to week month to month even year to year. With cancer one lives on 24 hour’s – or less – notice. Have you ever had plans for the following  day, waking to know  you had to make that call and say I’m sorry but… fill in your excuse here. The excuse of pain. The excuse of exhaustion and fatigue. The excuse of just not feeling up to it. That is not freedom that is prison. 

Cancer puts us in a prison behind the bars of our bodies. Ironically, our bodies become the thing that holds us behind bars shackled  to a disease that’s inside of us. A disease that’s using our own bodies try to kill us. 

Essentially were on death row.

Yet even people on death row sometimes receive a pardon with a state elected governor intervening in their impending execution. Sometimes I wish I were on death row instead of having metastatic cancer.  Frighteningly as it seems it may be a lot easier than living in this body that creates  this jail and causes this lack of freedom.

I suppose it’s not all that bad. Death in someways is the biggest jailer of all. We lose our freedom to be here with our family and friends. We lose our freedom, as far as we know anyway, to do anything wonderful and to be with the people that we love. Yet we are strong and beautiful no matter what has been cut off or cut out of our bodies, or how deep the  cuts go in such painful and violent surgeries and therapies.

But there’s an upside to all this. I must believe things aren’t so abysmal. And it’s not so much that freedom been taken from us. We also have freedom from certain things, too. We  have freedom from people walking all over us, people taking advantage of us, people being disingenuous to us. It’s sad that it took cancer for some of us to realize we didn’t have to put up at some of the crap we used to put up with. So we do have some new freedoms as well. We have the freedom to get in front of the line if you’re not feeling well. We have the freedom to ask for an upgrade on a flight. We have the freedom to ask for an extension on a bill since our financial freedom‘s have all but left us, taken away by the astronomically high price of cancer. We don’t have anymore financial leeway or the freedom to spend any money on items that it might just be small luxuries for ourselves. We’re too busy trying to figure out how to pay for our medications and our visit to the doctor and for chemotherapy and other types of therapy. 

But we do have the freedom every day to wake up the new day and say hello to the morning. And we do have the freedom to walk in the sunshine or in the rain, or in the dark or in the light. We also have the freedom to think for ourselves and that freedom is the most cherished one of all. We can be our own best advocate. We  reserve the right to say yes and we are liberated to say no to what’s being offered to us. So as we get near the first day of summer, which is also my birthday, and the longest day of the year which makes sense if you know me, and as we get closer to  independence day in the United States let’s think about how independent we can be from cancer and from the negative perspectives we may have had prior to our diagnoses. I think about how independence and freedom are absolutely and intrinsically connected in my heart and your mind.

Perhaps use your cancer card this summer to just take a break once in a while. Just relax and remember we all have the freedom to breathe in the air and to love without boundaries. How lucky we are to be alive and still enjoy that freedom.