A Retrospective Musing
Cancer has taken away the life I lived before. Like a thief in the night, one day I was an energetic 70-something, fully engaged in the life around me, and then I wasn’t. But even before this disease struck, I worked at being spiritually healthy. And now, more than ever, it’s necessary for me to stay grounded in those principles. I am becoming an expert at turning lemons into lemonade. So, applying that metaphor to my cancer journey, I’d like to share a real-life example of how beneficial it is to maintain a positive perspective.
Here is a recipe for lemonade. But first you’ll need lemons. You can’t make this delicious fruit drink without the sour bitterness from the lemon tree. How you get from one to the other is not so complicated. Not if you want to live well.
Gene and I took a camping trip to Orcas Island recently. Probably just to prove to ourselves that we still could. Over the past thirty years, we have camped in some of the most horrible conditions imaginable: from near hurricane-force winds in the middle of the night that blew our tent off over our heads; to swarming black flies that sucked the living daylights out of me. But we were much younger then…
The first lemon on this trip was that I booked the 5:55 am ferry out of Anacortes. I must have been asleep when I did that. Wild horses couldn’t have gotten us to a ferry at that hour. So we showed up at 12:35 when I thought we’d be leaving.
“Sorry, but can’t you see the 5:55 am time on this receipt? Go wait in the standby line.”
“Thanks, pal.”
Lemonade? We made it onto the ferry.
The next lemon on our Orcas trip was our campsite. I knew better than to wait to the last minute to make a reservation. So in December of 2023 I secured a spot in Moran State Park. The last one available! I felt so lucky. But sometimes I think with cotton in my brain. Why was it the last one available? Because no one else wanted it, dummy Site #83 was sandwiched in between many other sites and the restroom, so there was naturally a steady stream of people on their way to the bathroom right through our site.
Lemonade from this lemon? We didn’t have to walk far to pee; and there was trash and a water spout right next to us.
Our tent that Gene hastily stuffed into its sack had broken poles, so we couldn’t put it together. Gene jerry-rigged our back-up tent by raising it with a couple of walking sticks.
Lemonade? Gene gallantly offered,
“I think I’d rather sleep out in the open air anyway, under the stars. Haven’t done this since Ely in 1999.”
God Bless Him!
And so I come to the end of my recipe for lemonade. To reach a happy conclusion when life throws lemons at us requires some semblance of positive rationale-building. For every one of those lemons I could have thrown myself into fits of hand-wringing and anxiety. But to what end? An attitude and camping experience far more bitter than most lemons taste. So…my choice these days is to put a positive spin on whatever is happening. A worthy challenge.
Turning lemons into delicious, sweet lemonade beats walking around with my lips pursed from sucking on sour lemons. And we did prove to ourselves that we could still go camping, as ill and infirm as we are now. Gene is still nursing a broken foot. And I’m bone-tired from lymphoma. But we did it and survived, proud that we still could.
Cancer is one great big lemon. Not fun. But I’ve been tested before in my life and I’ve survived.
We only get one spin around the race track. Might as well try to make it a happy one. Beats bitchin’!
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