Ronda Walker Weaver continues her series for the LBBC blog by discussing the three major challenges she faced after being diagnosed with cancer: Rise, Surprise and Adventure. Here she discusses the surprises she faced including a more recent, non-cancer related surprise (photo)...
My life has been filled with surprises - those gifts that show up on my back porch, uninvited, asking to stay. I usually have to choices with surprises - accept in awe and learn, or reject with a whine, "That's not what I wanted!"
Learning I had cancer came as a huge uninvited surprise. I was in shock for months and in some ways I am still shaking my head in disbelief. Nothing I've ever felt - surgeries, pregnancies, or illness could have prepared me for the assault on my body - from cancer. That's where the surprise came - nothing, nothing prepared me for my treatments and the side-effects. But I quickly stopped my whining and began to see it as a gift filled with surprises - the beautiful surprises that were, still are, a part of my journey. The Surprise is in the Goodness that holds my hand along this journey. The goodness in knowing, and in not knowing -
Knowing I didn't cause this, and I acted quickly - I am healthy, and my healthy choices made this process more simple than otherwise - no "wish I would have" for me.
Knowing I have insurance. As the bills are still rolling in, we hit our individual out-of-pocket max in one week, I am blessed with healthcare. I give to the roadside panhandlers, and I've joked that one day perhaps I'll stand on the side of the road with a sign that says, "Need boob job," to see how much money I can make. But medical care is a necessity of life, and I count my blessings.
Knowing I can trust those who are providing my medical care. This has been such a comfort - they have a proven track record, are the kindest folks, they are proactive, and they are happy to work with me and my requests. As well, I have friends who are circling around me to hold me up when I'm falling, to lay beside me when I am alone.
Knowing I have emotional and physical support. I am so blessed to have family and friends and colleagues who care about me - I have so little to give right now, and they are giving so much (two types of soup in the fridge, a loaf of homemade bread, and warm apple cake, e-mails, cards, messages, music, a book).
Knowing Scott (my husband) is devoted to me. Oh he is a good man, he serves me gently, lovingly, patiently. I vacillate between tears of gratitude and tears of frustration and pain, and Scott holds me close. He is my rock. Even with the death of his father during all of this, he stands strong.
Knowing there is a plan - there has to be a gold lining in all of this - and I am hyper-aware that I need to be learning and growing from my experiences, so they are not in vain. While I have counted down my treatment calendar, I have not wished this time away. Writing, as a way to sort things out has been great therapy for me. This really is an "age of miracles and wonder."
Goodness also comes in the not knowing as well:
Not knowing who or where I'll be nine months from now, or even tomorrow - that's part of the adventure and risk I'm willing to take on this journey. It's part of the surprise - it is the excitement, even in the thick of things.
Not knowing what the plan is - I don't believe "God must really love you to give you this," or "God only gives you what you can handle." Nope, not gonna buy this, there's too much pain and hatred in this world, and knowing these statements, well, that's discounting agency, choice, beauty, reality. This is not the God I believe in.
Not knowing has forced me to live in the moment, and this is something I must learn - I must learn it is good to not know.
A week post radiation my husband and I bought ourselves a post-treatment gift - hybrid bicycles - for road and trail riding. We put them in our pickup and headed to Southern Utah for a week of rest and relaxation and riding. I have fallen into materialistic love with my bike, and I have enjoyed the freedom it allows me, and the knowledge that this exercise is goodness for my mind and spirit. Until . . . two weeks ago I crashed on my bike. My bike flew one way; I flew the other, landing on my left side, elbow first. I am writing this post with one hand. I had emergency surgery to reassemble my elbow. I have stress fractures in my wrist, my hand, and my right foot. I also have some nice bruises! Crashing is the surprise, the goodness comes in the knowing that heck, I've had cancer; I'm not going to let a boot and a cast ruin my happiness. But I am going to rest! And no more surprises - right now I prefer "knowing."
Ronda is 54 years old, she eats right, exercises daily, and there is no history of cancer in her family, yet she was diagnosed with breast cancer on Thursday, Sept. 6, 2012. She teaches folklore and writing at Utah Valley University and works for an online education company, LearningU. She loves reading, listening to music, gardening, walking and riding her bike, traveling, and spending time with her grandchildren, children, and her dear husband – who has been her pillar of strength through her journey. She also writes her own blog called Folklady’s Adventures. Be sure to check back soon for the 3rd installment of her story!
The staff at LBBC would like to wish Ronda a speedy recovery!