I’m not going to die…

I’m not going to die, at least not yet.

When my oncologist said, “There is some swelling around the former tumor in your head. This might be the tumor waking up, but we’re not sure right now.”He then mumbled something else, which now escapes my memory, as things do when you’re told such news. Then I mumbled something in response, neither of us wanting to address reality, just mumbling a language that we both agreed upon but neither spoke fluently.

I had several days to mull this over in my mind. It was the longest several days of my life. I played out every possible scenario, walked them all to the end of my imagination, and then started with a new possibility and led that one down the same road. A tumor that had potentially “woken up” and presented with edema (swelling) around it.

Sure, here is the revised text:

I found myself constantly thinking about death. Despite being told that my body could handle more chemotherapy, I questioned whether I really wanted it. After undergoing extensive chemotherapy, did I want to endure more? In addition, I was still dealing with numerous chemotherapy-related issues such as neuropathy, tinnitus, dizzy spells, extreme fatigue, memory problems, slight speech impairment, nightmares, anxiety, and depression. Could I really handle more? Moreover, would additional chemotherapy be effective? Would it only prolong my life without actually curing this disease?

The day before my MRI, I sat on our porch, basking in the beauty of the world around me. The gentle buzz of bees filled the air as they industriously collected pollen from the vibrant flowers. Watching their instinctual knowledge of which blooms were nearing their end was fascinating. I was struck with the realization that we are on a ceaseless quest to evade the inescapable fate of mortality – even more so, the recognition of it.

I truly and honestly looked at death in that glorious sunshine on the porch amidst the bees and butterflies. It wasn’t some philosophical idea, some existentialist pondering, but a cold-hearted fact of what I thought was fast approaching. For the first time since the beginning of all this, since my seizure in Chicago to the most recent comment made by my oncologist about a tumor possibly waking up, I felt okay about it. I felt Okay about the possibility of dying. More importantly, I felt at peace with it.

Even now, writing the words is hard to fully express. Words fall so incredibly short. It is not that I was resigned or apathetic. It wasn’t that death was a welcomed reprieve from the madness of my life that, when it finally arrived, I would ask, “What the fuck took you so long?” It’s that death, the possibility of dying, the likelihood that it would arrive soon, graced me with a profound inner peace, one that I have never before felt in my life.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t dare shift my gaze out of fear that this would disrupt the sensation and overall feeling I was currently blessed with.

“Hi Jeremiah, this is Dr. _; it looks like the swelling is due to necrosis, a cellular death that can occur after radiation. We’ll just keep track of it; I’ll schedule you for an 8-week follow-up. I don’t think surgical resection is needed, but I’ll put you in touch with a neurosurgeon, and they can go over that with you.

… and that’s it, necrotic tissue causing swelling.

There is a lot of work to be done now. One year post stem cell transplant allows for little breathing room, but that’s plenty for me — that’s more than enough. The real struggle now is with my mind and heart; the PTSD, anxiety, etc., will just take time and patience and love — self-love especially. The level of peace, however, and the acceptance I felt on that day, and still feel now, will go a long, long way in my emotional & psychological recovery. In using the metaphor of one of my latest posts regarding my feeling of helplessness & exhaustion being like the crashing waves under which I’m struggling to stay afloat, I can touch the sea floor now. Also, the land is clearly visible, and the tide finally works in my favor.