One step-class at a time

“Upper cut!  Punch out front!  Again, upper cut!”

When Vandie, my friend and personal fitness coach, speaks – I listen.  I try to behave and do what she tells me – but it is sometimes just too damned difficult as she is super-woman fitness gal.  Plus, I’m the only one in the class.  She runs it just for me.  She runs it so that I can be fit – fit enough to beat cancer again.  So I try hard to comply.

This morning was different.  It may have been the “summer – comfort – blanket” she gave me to help me through the chemo.  It may have been the colouring book filled with images of courage and strength she gave me.  It may also have been the colouring pencils – each with a word of empowerment on them.  But, I’m pretty sure it was mostly the card that she gave me – filled with names of her friends, associates, some of my friends, who wanted to help support my family and friends through this second journey.  They all contributed to a fund to hire me someone to help me clean my house while I’m in chemo. There were names of people who I didn’t even know.  Kevin may know them.  Vandie does.

“Some of them did it for me too, Stacey.”

And it dawned on me that my friends also need support.  One never goes through life alone.  Never.  It is not all about me.  It never has been. Funny, I didn’t think that applied to me.  Yes, I’m the one that has cancer – I need to open my eyes and look those who have a friend or family member (me) who has cancer.  How are they doing?

Yesterday, I decided to not evict my youngest boy from his room.  He is 13.  He needs a place to go to to unwind, to be alone to reflect, to call his own.  I sad on his bed after having changed his sheets and dusted the dresser and just looked around.  Several years ago, David and I spent time renovating his room with a “Pac Man” theme.  Two walls we painted black and drew on the characters and dots that one would have seen on a vintage Pac Man game.  We had so much fun. We bought matching bedspread and carpet, lamps and detaily kind of things.  He loved it.  It was all his.  It was where he laughed with friends playing computer games, where he did his homework assignments, where he cried when he was sad.  How could I ask him to leave?  So, no.  I won’t.  I opened the window and looked outside.   The air was fresh and the birds were singing.  How could I ask him to leave this?  Another solution will appear.

“Now, punch towards me, Stacey”, commanded Vandie.

I did.  I punched hard.  I envisioned that I was punching the rogue cells in my body that were once, my friends.  How dare they turn bad on me?  I punched harder.  Sons of bitches!  If I could wipe them out with my own thoughts, turned my body on itself – I would.  I imagined I was.  Upper cuts, out front hits, kicks, knees up.  That fitness class turned personal real quick.  It was me vs “not” me.  I gave it my all.  I sweat, I cursed under my breath.  I was mad.

“Last one and we’re done, Stacey.”

“Thank God, Vandie.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it – I was tired.  I had put up a good fight.  I fought for me and I fought for them.  It was no longer just me in that class – it was all of us.  I fought for Kevin and my kids.  I fought for my cousins, friends, and colleagues.  We all seemed to have a common enemy and that enemy will not stand a chance against this formidable force.

One step-class at a time.

 

 

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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16 Responses to One step-class at a time

  1. What a moving, barve and interesting post, my dear. Thank you for sharing it with us. I’m wishing you strength and good health.

  2. Jan says:

    Stacey, this is one my mostest favourite blogs that you have produced to date. It reminds me of a class at PMH that was offered to women with breast cancer (-way back when I was working in oncology…)Class attendees were taught and encouraged to use mental imagery, to visualize the cancer cells potentially in their bodies as being gobbled up by pac man, coursing through their blood and lymphatic systems. My patients used to tell me that it gave them a sense of a measure of control over something that otherwise made them feel helpless. -So this blog rang true for me.
    You are amazing, Girl.

    • inmycorner says:

      Oh, Jan – what can I say? My Dad always said he was more of a lover than a fighter – maybe I took on the opposite? Glad to hear that my mind is not too far off this time. Maybe some good therapy would be to throw axes again! This time, though – no cheating!

  3. April says:

    I love the way you write. I also admire your determination to fight for all of your loved ones. Sometimes we do forget that they are right there with us.

  4. Gwen says:

    Love the imagery. You are certainly going to kick those cancer cells in the butt, just like last time. I know you can do it again.

  5. Judy says:

    Stacey, clearly you are a fighter – what a beautiful post this is. And so many emotions were contained in that fighting moment: anger, frustration, determination, exhaustion . . .
    You are such a devoted mom and I can sense the inner turmoil about what this horrible disease has done. You were never taking your son’s room away from him except as a temporary measure. Instead, a sacrificing mom you are – because I know you want to make this awful time easier for your son. You are amazing.

  6. You pull me in with each post Stacey. You. Are. Power.

  7. Gallivanta says:

    What wonderful friends. No wonder you are fighting for all of them.

  8. Dawna speers says:

    Your family and friends are fighting right along side of you—WOW -what wonderful power and support

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