The most difficult part of a cancer diagnosis is attempting to manage all of the stress and anxiety that comes with it while doing your absolute best to not allow it to bleed over into the life that you really want to live. Compartmentalization is your ally, but a really elusive thing sometimes. If it was a friend, it would be the kind that calls you back only on occasion or texts you while you’re asleep, and the next week is early to lunch and even offers to pick you up to save money on gas. It’s very inconsistent.
If I were painting on a canvas, compartmentalizing my Leukemia and the life that I live would look similar to the solar system, with the sun being my life apart from my illness and the earth being my diagnosis and the things that I’ve had to endure through that. I’ve made every effort to live a normal life. My medication was working so well that I didn’t believe that I would need my life (the sun) to revolve around my diagnosis and the things associated with that (the earth). A week and a half ago changed all of that and I’m having to readjust the way I’ve looked at the solar system, changing my perspective from what I’ve known and lived the past five years of my life to one in which the sun now has to revolve around the earth. My treatment and all that surrounds it has to become the main focus of my existence. And that sometimes carries a huge toll.
Having said all of that, I don’t intend to glorify one aspect or the other. My existence is in the realm of God, which I feel is omniscient. God would be the solar system in it’s entirity. I know that I don’t exist outside of that, my faith is simply the realm in which all of these other things exist. I just use the solar system illustration as a reference point to the scope and size of my thoughts, feelings, and efforts. I hope that makes sense.
I’m starting to feel the effects of the stress and anxiety in a physical way. I’ve never experienced that before. I always believed that I’ve been strong enough to be made invulnerable to those kinds of things. I have that annoying eye twitch on occasion and a tight chest. It’s sort of disheartening in a way, but I know that not knowing anything about the next stop in my journey is a major contributor to that. There is also the personal struggles associated with daily life that I’m sure play a role. In any event, I feel like the boxer who has fallen to the mat for a second time in a single fight. At this point, I’m starting to feel vulnerable. Maybe that’s what this is all about.
In this fight, the boxer wins with a knockout in the late rounds. Battered, swollen, and bloody, for sure, but victorious nonetheless.
This is tougher than I often let on. I wouldn’t wish this on anybody.
There is something about a cell phone that has had me in its grips since I was 18 and purchased my first Nokia. I remember looking through all of the phones available and having to have the best, not because I needed to impress anyone else, but simply because I couldn’t live with the fact that there was a cooler cell phone on the market that I didn’t have. It had nothing to do with how cool I looked, or a need to be viewed by others as having the latest and greatest. In fact, had I been isolated on an island, I’d still wonder if the cell phone I had was the one I could do the most with. I loved the gadget itself. I’m like a little kid. My Nokia had snake. Like clothes or shoes to women, cell phones have always been my kryptonite.
Ten years later I’m still the same way. I’ve had three iPhones. I cracked the screen on my first one and sold it online. I had the second one in my pocket when someone threw me in a pool. I got the iPhone 3g after that until the screen cracked and eventually stopped working correctly. And here I am, searching for a fourth. But the search has now turned into a manhunt. George W. Bush mailed Osama Bin Laden the only iPhone left and it’s my responsibility to find it. After today, I’m almost convinced of that.
I’ve been rocking a Samsung for the past month or so. It’s so old that it doesn’t even have a model name or number attached to it. Samsung probably thought this was going to be the only phone they ever produced. It doesn’t have a camera, it has a Cingular logo on the front, and it came out before the invention of the speaker phone (apparently). Luckily it has an antenna, or I’d probably mistake it for a cup and string. Needless to say, it’s been tough reverting back from a virtual keyboard to t9 texting. Haha.
I went looking for the iPhone 4 today. I naively stopped at the Apple store after work, but was told that they ran out earlier in the day. The tech who met me at the door with iPad in hand said that they get shipments in every day so to call tomorrow to see if they got any in. They must get like two or three a day to still sell out. Either that or this is all one big conspiracy to make my show a little more interesting. I called AT&T and they told me that they don’t carry the iPhone 4’s unless they are ordered, but that I could check Best Buy. I drove to best buy and they told me they were sold out. I came back home and started calling around. I would have had more luck finding a drug dealer in the phone book. And that drug dealer probably has an iPhone 4. Ironically, Apple feels like the drug dealer, and the iPhone is the crack. I just so happen to be the drug addict.
I could have sworn I wrote a letter to the sun two years ago. I’m disappointed that it doesn’t read my blog. Or maybe it does, I don’t know. But this is what I do know: Global warming is chic again. And it isn’t concerned about you or your responsibilities. I even saw an ice cream man give up for a few minutes. I’m not talking about the one that drives around, I’m talking about the cat who pushes around his cart, simultaneously ringing the four bells he glued together. Dude took a knee in the shade. I felt sorry for him long enough for me to realize that I needed to blast my truck a/c from a 3 to a 4. I can imagine how hot it actually was for that guy.
Appointment confirmed for next Thurs, Aug 12 and Fri, Aug 13 in Houston. Katie asked if I was nervous. I didn’t think about it until she asked, but I told her I was, a little. That nervousness didn’t last very long though because I don’t think about things like that for very long. I’m an “in the moment” kind of guy. I have a hard time experiencing emotions related to a particular event outside of the present. I’ll probably be nervous when we start talking about test results with the doctor.
I feel as though I’ve been living an uncontrolled life since I was first diagnosed with Leukemia. Nobody can tell me for certain what is going to happen because with an illness like this there is no such thing as being certain. Certainty is reduced to likelihood and likelihood soon becomes synonymous with probability. Even if I wanted to control my environment, I can’t. And that’s how these things go. What I want to happen is a conflict of interest by default.
There is no book written about the innate ability to cope. Okay, maybe there are tons of books written on it so I take that back. But nobody searches out those books until they find out that they can’t. Coping is a lot like breathing. You just do it. I’m glad that I played sports. They taught me a lot. In sports, you can’t get better unless you do the small things. You can’t go to first base unless you hit the ball. You can’t stay on the field unless you get a first down. In this game, you can’t be healed unless you wake up and do your best to do whatever is asked of you. And if you do it the right way then you just get stronger, sharper, and grow as a person. It can be the worst experience of your life or the best. I choose for it to be the best. I want to help people. Thanks to God, I’m in the process of being qualified to do that. I’m learning, thinking, and praying that I can impact lives.
I was reading Oswald Chamber’s My Utmost For His Highest this morning and I stumbled across a passage found in the context of James 1:2-8. The specific verse was James 1:4 and said “Let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing”. It made me think of all the ways that I have been impatient and how that has impeded the progress of being made perfect and complete. I had to read the context.
2Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. 6But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; 8he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.
The NIV version translates patience as perseverance. So the testing of our faith develops patience. Yeah, sounds too difficult. And I’m sure most people just run away at this point. I did. I guess I overlooked the part where James says that perseverance must finish its work.
Patience must finish its work. Oswald Chambers wrote that God will bring us back in countless ways to the same point over and over again. And that he never tires of bringing us back to that one point until we learn the lesson, because His purpose is to produce the finished product. Through this process, God is trying to impress upon us the one thing that is not entirely right in our lives.
I feel that’s where the pure joy comes into play. I believe we spend our entire lives fighting against ourselves and others in many ways. We fight with our parents to be independent, we fight with our significant others to love us perfectly, we fight with ourselves against the innate desire to be entirely selfish. And it’s all in an effort to control the way we feel, fit in, or be accepted. But what if someone came along that guaranteed that you could be free of all of those things? Your only responsibility would be that you would have to make a conscious effort to give all of that control to one person in exchange for the promise of pure joy. It doesn’t mean that you’re going to get it all right, or that you won’t have to struggle with other circumstances in some way. It just means that you no longer have to focus on controlling aspects of your life that will never
be in your control in the first place.What if all you had to focus on was the promise of being made perfect and complete through every trial and tribulation that you experienced instead of the constant worry associated with keeping yourself safe and emotionally in tact? Could we, as it says in Psalm 46:10 “be still, and know that I am God”?
The promise to be made perfect and complete, lacking nothing is on the table. And that’s where I will find my joy through all of the trials and hardships I will face, both currently and in the future. All we have to do, as James instructs, is believe.
That I’m being reshaped and constantly remade is where I find my patience and my joy.
Things got kind of crazy for a while. I suppose they always do. A big move and a new job was enough to get me out of the habit of blogging, but things are starting to slow down again. I feel that this may be the best way to stay connected, if not with others then with myself. I posted a note on my facebook a couple of days ago that informed my dear friends and family of my recent journey with my Leukemia. I was humbled by the response. I’m always humbled by the response. Here is that note:
As most of you know or have probably heard, I have Leukemia. It is called Chronic Myeloid Leukemia to be exact. I was diagnosed with this illness in January of 2006 and have been on a medication called Gleevec. This drug has done wonders for me throughout the years, but after my last bone marrow biopsy in June my oncologist felt as if we should take a more aggressive approach to my treatment. He suggested that I switch to one of two second generation drugs called Sprycel or Tasigna. We had a long talk about which would would benefit me more before the oncologist stated that he wanted to send off for a blood test to see how the cells were mutating. Because Sprycel and Tasigna work in slightly different ways, it would benefit me if we could determine which one would be the most effective. The test results were supposed to return sometime within two weeks. Although I was a little anxious about switching to a newer drug, I was determined to overcome the illness that has been more of a hindrance on the life that I want to live than it has been helpful. I was determined to do anything.
Wednesday, July 30th was a little over a month since I had that appointment. I finally received a phone call from UT Southwestern. The blood test discovered that I have what is called a t3151 gene mutation and the doctor’s determined that I would soon grow resistant to Gleevec and the 2nd generation drugs that we had previously discussed. They told me that I was being referred to MD Anderson in Houston with the hope that I can be put on a trial treatment. Needless to say, it was an emotional day, filled with more questions that answers. A couple of days later, I’m still unsure of what it all means for me and my future, but I feel that my heart is being prepared for the unknown. And I’m ok.
My quest here is to search out the prayers of those willing to pray for me and my family. It has been tough on us all and I humbly ask that you keep us in your prayers. We are tentatively scheduled for Thursday, Aug 12th & 13th. If I disappear emotionally, just know that I’m putting all of my efforts into getting through this rough period, while learning as much as I can about myself and the things I believe are important in this world. I plan on being a big part of not only my treatment, but of the treatment of so many other individuals who have been a part of this illness, and doing what I can to make a difference. I plan on blogging about all of the experiences and outcomes so that if you want to stay updated from a distance you can, or so that you can visualize your answered prayers. I think that will be a neat, neat thing. Thank you in advance for your thoughts, prayers, and encouragement. I wish I could go into more detail, but as of right now this is all I know. I love you all.
I wrestled with the idea of starting a new blog, but I don’t really think that I have to have one blog for one thing and another blog for another. I feel like blending the serious with the not so serious is all a part of the journey, which is opposite from my opinion of neopolitan ice cream. I think someone’s head was in the right place with that creation, but I’m not sure that it really works out. It just seems as if craving three flavors of ice cream in one sitting is a little over the top. So I’ll try to stick to something that is a little more synonymous with a chocolate and vanilla twist. You know what, I’m just going to do my best to produce an ice cream cone. Because I honestly think that if I can give you really good ice cream in this blog, you won’t need three flavors of average ice cream.
Just don’t expect sprinkles. They make a mess.
I made a sandwich tonight that was both respectively hearty and deluxe. Normally, I don’t make such robust sandwiches. I simply throw on some lunch meat, lettuce, and mustard. And it’s so fast that I’m eating in less than five minutes. Tonight, however, I decided to go all out. I added tomato, pickles, and cheese. I forgot how much of a difference such complements make. Fewer than two minutes into the process, I remembered why I don’t make super sandwiches more often.
It was time to add the tomato so I grabbed a sharp knife from our collection of sharp knives. I only had half a tomato to work with so I started on the side that had already been cut and tried to cut an even slice. Like every other time, I got about halfway down before the knife became visible again, leaving me with half of a slice of tomato. With a now uneven tomato to work from, I had to try and cut off the other half slice just to have enough to cover more than half of my sandwich. This happens to me every freaking time. I’ll even have the fattest tomato/cheese slices ever due to overcompensation or I’ll have half of a slice for not enough. Just once I’d like to have a nice, even slicing experience. But I don’t think I will ever be that good. It’s just going to be one of those things that I really, really suck at so don’t let me make you any sandwiches.
I’m tired of insects. I’ve put up with them for way too many months now and, quite frankly, I think I’ve done a good job of sharing the earth with them this season. Spring and summer have come and gone, it’s time for anything that flies to do the same.
At the beginning of Spring, I wrote a note about a baby fly that was stuck in my work truck. At the time, I didn’t think the fly was old enough to let out of the cab and I worried that it wouldn’t survive if I rolled down the window and it flew away. It was tiny. I ended the story by letting it out and then wondered if I made the right decision. Today was the complete opposite.
I was minding my own business when I noticed a fly had entered my truck. At this stage of the year, my temperament towards any kind of insect is one of great disdain. Lacking all of the compassion that I had for the baby fly a few months prior, I swatted the fly each time it passed, possibly appealing to anyone who might admire kung fu from a distance. Having missed every single time, I conceded to let the annoying thing out of the window. I rolled the window down, but the fly would go to the other side of the cab, slamming its exoskeleton against the glass three or four times a second, trying to get out of the other rolled up window. I reached over to roll the other window down and it decided that the dash was a better method of escape. It was then that I literally stopped the truck, rolled up the windows, opened a door, and ushered that stupid fly into the freedom of the world.
I later struggled with the understanding that a fly would want to stay in my work truck cab when the world, to a fly, is beyond infinite. Flies are lucky in that they don’t need frequent flyer miles or that they aren’t being charged for extra luggage. They can go any and everywhere they would like to go, yet they continue to make bad decisions that affect MY life in a negative way. And then there’s this freaking gnat on my computer screen that I’m about to lightly squish with my finger. You’d think they’d learn that in October, I’m not one to play around with.
You know that feeling that something’s missing in your life?
And you know how you try and satiate that feeling with a bowl of cereal, knowing that the answer isn’t in the amazing cluster of almond that fulfills the obligation of your undersized spoon?
Well, following the weekends events, I feel that I have the answer to what’s missing, at least for me.
I’m going to start carrying a harmonica in my pocket.
When I have something important to say I’m going to pull out my harmonica and blow it, so that people know I’m serious about the next sentence that will flow from my generally chapped lips.
If you think about the history of the harmonica, you’ll understand that it demands attention. It suggests urgency and respect.
Ted.com is a website I found today, and I lost myself in a lot of the lectures. It’s pretty awesome how any video that catches your attention can be downloaded in mp3 or mpeg (video) format to your iTunes for future use.
Amidst my perusing, I found this video of Billy Graham speaking about technology, faith, and human shortcomings. Even though it was filmed in 1998, it is still relevant today.
Every generation in the history of man has had their technological advances. Diseases are cured, but diseases are also created. We live in a world where everyone knows someone who is affected by cancer, autism, muscular diseases, and so on. We might find cures for those things one day (I hope soon), but Billy Graham speaks on three things we’ll never find cures for:
1) Human Evil
2) Human Suffering
I love listening to this man speak. I was lucky enough to get the chance to go to hear him in person a long time ago. With admiration and reverence, I always sit there and take in every word and story. I hope you find time to watch this. He makes even the most simple message powerful.