“When that long-anticipated first conversation with your oncologist leaves you feeling like the words, ‘Today, you are cancer-free’ are as temporary as a sandcastle at hightide.”
This is a day for catching up with the present.
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For the last three days, I have written about what happened to me during that week in August, when an innocuous trip the bathroom (“There Will Be Blood”) turned into a completely unexpected diagnosis of cancer (“Panic Room”) and soon after, how having nothing to say isn’t necessarily a bad thing when there’s nothing left to do but the next thing, and the next (“Requiem for a Dream”).
You may have also noticed that every post title is taken from a movie I’ve seen.
That’s also something that, if you know me, you know this is how my brain works, and how it will keep working, all the way through this series. This day is for flash-forwards and flashbacks. No particular order. Just telling the story as it tells itself. And this is a story about those who know me best.
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Yesterday, four weeks to the day since my surgery to remove a cancer-ridden kidney, I had my talk with an assigned oncologist. It was not what I expected. In these protracted days of Covid-19, first conversations take place on the telephone, not in person. In the case of this first conversation, the oncologist spoke and I listened. I took notes and then asked questions to the best of my untrained and overwhelmed ability.
When I want to be, I’m pretty good at asking questions in a vacuum. Yesterday, I did my in a vacuum best. But after an hour of statement-question-reply-question-answer, I had a full page of handwritten notes, and now, one day later, even more questions than yesterday I had answers for. Today, I did something about that. I asked my friends who have been there and done that. A friend who has survived cancer. Another friend who’s father lived five years with late-stage cancer, with her as his primary caregiver. And one other who has been down the kidney disease road, and come out on top. Their wisdom, both theoretical and practical, helped me navigate more than just a resetting of my understanding, but more important, a repurposing of my personal strategy to overcome this shit, and live.
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In mid-September, I sent out the first of a series of texts and DMs to people I had considered what came to be called the “First Circle” friends. That is, those who would be told first, by virtue of the frequency of communications between the two of us. A couple of dozen folks. The essence of that message was to tell them that I had been gotten a preliminary diagnosis of renal cell carcinoma, and that I was waiting for further steps to be taken, which would ultimately lead to surgery. In late September, having been given a date for my surgery, I sent a second round of texts and DMs to the First Circle, and a similarly-crafted message to folks in what came to be called the “Second Circle”. Ultimately, with a couple of days to go before the surgery was to take place, a final “Third Circle” message was sent to let those who, for a multitude of reasons, I had not previously informed.
So, you know how you can think you know someone… until you REALLY know someone… and then you realize you really didn’t know them at all? I will never assume anything about a Circle Friend EVER again. Through this, I have learned that a friend is not that person you assumed they were. A friend is someone who exists in reality, not in your mind. And not in your own wishful thinking about them. And a good friend is someone who never thought they needed to try and convince you of who they already were all along.
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(c) copyright 2020 William S. Friday
Circle 4 people make nice friends too! 😊
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I’m all for eliminating circles.
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Big high five! 🖐
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I’m glad the plan is getting figured out. ❤ And yeah, circles are more nebulous than bordered and clear, which you only really notice when you want to lean on one of the walls and end up plopping onto the ground. *hugs*
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Circles, and the borders they create, are overrated, right? #IFYITD
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Sending love from London. I had yet to comment, but I wanted to let you know that your words and reflections on your journey over the last few months have really touched me. We have been through a second rollercoaster with our Mum’s cancer for the past year and a bit, and the words have been hard to form, sometimes in real life too. I guess I just wanted to say that I so appreciate you and your ability to record your journey; hope I can, over time, become a circle 4 friend too!
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Sarah, without knowing what I was doing, I’m grateful to know this. Thank you for being here for the telling of the story, as it is, so far. Circle 4 is pretty inclusive. I’d say your in. We’re all just one big circle now.
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And may the circle(s) be unbroken….
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and we go round and round and round in the circle game. People will always surprise you, it’s one of the things I love about life. 🙂 Hang in there sweet Bill.
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I’m feeling you in reading this post. I want to conjure up words of support, but I am new to circles. I see you are going through this process with a lot of courage, and I wish you a WORLD of support. 💗
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And I’m feeling your support as the circles fade into nothing. Thank you, Ka.
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I’m so glad you feel it ❤
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