Visualizing the Cancer

In two earlier posts, (Cancer: Call it Enemy or Call it Friend? and Naming the Relationship with Cancer, Pt. II, both from August), I wrote about the difficulty I was having trying to ascertain my relationship to my cancer. The "Cancer: Call it Enemy or Friend?" post drew quite a few impassioned responses. Those responses, my further thinking, conversations with friends, and meditation, have all helped me further clarify my relationship with the cancer.

In August, I was meditating and decided to "talk" to the cancer. At that point I didn't try to visualize it, I just had a conversation. I told the cancer not to rush, that there was no place in my body it needed to move to, and that it didn't need to be moving around. I told it that its presence endangers my life, and it needs to go. This may sound a little "rational," but it worked for me. And, I have to say that when I got my second clean scan, mid-September, I remembered that conversation, and had an odd feeling that somehow the cancer was cooperating, had been "listening." I was also struck that the oncologist said my cancer was "pokey." Just what I had envisioned!

In September while meditating, a visualization about the cancer came to me spontaneously. I imagined a beautiful sunset, full of reds, purples, oranges, pinks; a totally gorgeous sunset. I imaged the cells, arm in arm like Dorothy and the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow from "The Wizard of Oz" dancing and skipping and running toward the beautiful sunset. As they skip and dance, I wave good-bye to them, and say "Apoptosis, Guys!" (At some point in my wandering on the web, I learned that it's the word for cell death. Cell death occurs naturally and normally in our bodies as cells die and replace themselves. One problem with cancer cells as I understand it in my non-medical way, is that they reproduce quickly, and perhaps don't die as fast as we would like.)

Now here's another really odd thing. After writing the previous paragraph, I just looked up "apoptosis" in the online dictionary, and there is an online medical dictionary that has this definition: "Programmed cell death as signalled by the nuclei in normally functioning human and animal cells when age or state of cell health and condition dictates. An active process requiring metabolic activity by the dying cell . . . . Cells that die by apoptosis do not usually elicit the inflammatory responses that are associated with necrosis, though the reasons are not clear. Cancerous cells, however, are unable to experience the normal cell transduction or apoptosis-driven natural cell death process." I didn't know that! Here I've been visualizing the cancer cells having a "normal" cell death, when it seems they don't know how! Maybe they can learn!

So, when I meditate, or see the sunset, or think about the cancer cells, I wave to them, see them dancing into this beautiful sunset, and say "Apoptosis, guys, apotosis!" Is it working? I don't know, but I hope so. And, it has the added benefit of giving me a giggle as I imagine the cancer cells dancing and skipping into the sunset. Laughing is definitely good for my soul and my body. Bye, cancer cells!

Resting, Truly Resting

On this Labor Day weekend, I'm thinking about resting and not laboring. It's become a cliche in our culture to talk about how busy we all are, and like many cliches, it's largely true. Many of us find ourselves going nonstop from morning until night, and then collapsing in front of the television, which can shift our focus, but isn't truly restful. One thing I have read in many essays, blogs, and books, is how often a diagnosis of cancer causes us to re-examine our lives, and how we spend our time. I have joined those numbers over the past three months as I recovered from surgery, took family vacations, and contemplated how I choose to live my life, including time to rest.

In his blog, Leroy Sievers doesn't talk much about the spiritual aspects of dealing with cancer, but in his August 9 post, he did ask his readers for "new tricks." He was seeking new ideas for getting through the day, making life with cancer more manageable. He received over 100 responses to that post, and I think it's because his question so resonates for those of us with cancer. And, even without cancer, we can all ask how we want to make our lives work better.

True rest, I think, can be a spiritual discipline, and many spiritual discplines can help us truly rest. Many of us churchgoers know that the words "sabbath" and "sabbatical" derive from a Hebrew word for rest. The sabbath is intended to be a time for rest and reflection, but I think none of us need to wait for one special day of the week to rest and rejuvenate. So, as I have been contemplating how to change my life, to slow it down, to find more rest and rejuvenation in my daily life, I have been contemplating spiritual practices and how my living and working space can support stepping out from the busy-ness of daily life.

Meditation and Centering Prayer. For many years, I meditated regularly, but after the birth of my (now 10-year old) daughter, I found it hard to maintain, and stopped meditating. Two years ago, I returned to a regular meditation practice, initially just one day a week, and, when I was joined by a friend in that weekly meditation, it became a grounding highlight of my week. Over the past few months, I have chosen to return to regular meditation. For me, meditation is a time to sit in silence and to listen for the voice of God. Some days my mind is very busy and I need to bring my attention back again and again to my mantra (a simple sying that grounds me in God's presence), and some days I feel truly lifted out of my busy mind and into a spacious and holy place, if only for a few moments. I believe that the spiritual discipline of meditation is a powerful tool for deep rest.

Sacred Space. I have always tried to maintain some space in my house for sacred objects and photographs of loved ones who have died. I have added a new sacred space this summer in a corner of my bedroom, a small table covered with the first silk scarf I painted containing images of water and sky, and then laid with a candle, a smudge stick (for cleansing the air), a few crystals (because they are beautiful and can absorb energy around them, I believe), and a few special books. I also lay on the table a strand of beautiful prayer beads and a pocket angel with the word "Harmony" on the back, given to me by my meditation friend. Just looking at the table grounds me, and sitting next to it in meditation creates a corner of grounded, quiet, sacred energy.

And, when I meditate I can wrap myself in a colorful hand knit prayer shawl, made for me and prayed over by loving friends.

Sacred, Spiritual Reading. Whether it's the Bible or something written more recently by a spiritual teacher, reading about the inner world, the world of spirit, offers me the potential for grounded, healing thoughts. I am going to be writing more later about some of the books that have moved me, but for now, I want to mention a pamphlet sent to me by a professional colleague and friend who is a cancer survivor (Thanks, Elizabeth!) entitled "How to Survive and Thrive in the face of a life-threatening illness." A healing group from her church put together a lovely booklet with personal stories and reminders about things that can be healing; prayer, dreams, loving companionship, spiritual reading, living in the moment, art, and holding hope. This book just arrived in the mail yesterday, but already it has spoken to me powerfully of the commonality of our struggles with cancer, and the power of spirit to mend us, spiritually and, sometimes, physically.

Reiki Energy. Five years ago, I was trained to be a Reiki healer, which essentially means trained to channel this energy. I'm not going to try to explain the process here, but I do want to say that I feel the energy fill my body when I open to it, and that I do believe Reiki opened a channel to universal healing that is available to all. (That may sound a little strange to you if you have had no experience with Reiki, but I am speaking for myself and what I know.) I am grateful to the friends who have asked me if they can channel Reiki energy to me from a distance, and I would not hesitate to seek a Reiki healer for hands-on work if I felt in need.

As I come to the end of this post, and look at where I began, I wonder if this all reads like a lot of work, and not rest at all. Setting up the routines and making the time for it may feel like work, but once I am in the rhythm of attending to my need to rest and rejuvenate, then each of these offers solace, peace, rest and comfort. Taking care of myself doesn't have to be work, but it does require intention and attention.