A mutilated BIG toe and congenital heart defect have made me no stranger to the wonders of modern day medicine. With the musculature and face of a Roman God, I’ve been told that this was the way that the universe had to reach equilibrium so have since come to terms with my bionic heart and WACK foot.
I’ve learned that in life there is little rhyme or reason for why things happen to people (however good or bad they believe themselves to be). Now, 5 years since my heart surgery- I can vividly remember the full range of emotions, from immersing myself in self-pity by declaring the injustice to the world to accepting my fate as one of Gods chosen “warriors”– a turbulent flight to destination X. Obviously, by virtue of this blog I was able to charge past this roadblock and had derived a sense of comfort from the trauma. Why? I was able to naively convince myself that this would be my one and only test of morbidity and that I had in some way paid my debt to the world and reset my karmic counter from adolescent “misconduct”…
If you’ve been able to follow the trail of breadcrumbs, you’ve realized that I’m likely in the midst of something new and presumably unwelcome. Doesn’t get more unwelcome than cancer – leukemia to be specific and Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia to be exact (Band-Aid is now off). Today marks 30 days since my diagnoses and day 20 of subsequent induction treatment which I am now prepared to journal.
At the risk of sounding like a cliché survivor commercial, what hasn’t killed me, made me stronger and I expect that this will be true of this current earthquake tremor
I will because I need to and I can because I’m meant to. En route to destination Y.
The Hopeful Motif 