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Jewish World Review Sept 16, 2005 / 12 Elul, 5765 Counting our blessings and passing them on By Tony Snow
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My doctor has tried manfully over the years
to talk seriously about important health matters, usually with mixed
success. But he really grabbed my attention when he called just before
Valentine's Day and said two little words.
"It's cancer."
People respond in different ways to such news. My first reaction
was to think it was cool, in a bizarre way — as if I had been inducted into
a club known not just for its danger and darkness, but also for promising
survivors something precious and rare: a fuller glimpse of life itself.
That feeling didn't last long. Within hours, the novelty
dissolved and panic set in. My wife and I lay numbly in bed, fretting about
what might be. A neighborhood friend had died of cancer only weeks before,
leaving behind young children. We both thought, "What if ... ?"
Meanwhile, I felt pings and pangs in every conceivable organ and
extremity. I interpreted transitory pains as evidence that micro-tumors had
begun spreading wildly throughout my body and were attacking with fiendish
efficiency. At one point, I mistook normal, allergy-related sinus pain for a
brain tumor.
Fortunately, this panic didn't last long, either — mainly
because I received a very important visit from a friend. She came over to
our house, armed with books and advice. Lounging on the couch, she talked
about how she survived simultaneous cancers of the breast, lungs and lymph
nodes.
There's nothing quite like a pep talk from a cancer survivor,
especially one who by normal calculations ought to have died long ago.
Here is the most important thing she said: "When I was sick, my
husband and I would sit in a group with other women who had the same thing.
We sat in a circle, the same people each week.
"Some looked strong and vigorous; others were pale and weak. But
none of that mattered. We discovered that we could figure out who was going
to live and who would die just by looking into their eyes. The ones who were
afraid didn't make it. The ones who were pessimistic didn't make it. The
women who made it were the ones who wanted to live, and were ready to fight.
Some of the big, strong women weren't ready to fight."
From that moment on, I haven't felt a pang of fear or
trepidation. My friend inspired me to stop acting like a passive nut-job,
performing diagnoses based on toe twinges and random gas pains, and to get
moving. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to enter the hospital, where a terrific
surgeon removed my colon, and then to undertake a six-month course of
chemotherapy, complete with annoying side-effects and days of dreary
exhaustion.
And so I did.
Winston Churchill once noted that there is nothing quite so
thrilling as being shot at without effect. One can say much the same thing
of grappling with cancer, with one difference: When a bullet passes, you
know it. When cancer passes, you have to wait at least five years to mop
your brow in relief.
Still, the last few months — my time of surgery and chemo —
have been the happiest and most thrilling of my life. They have confirmed
lessons that seem at once too good to be true, and too important and vital
not to be.
Here is a short inventory:
Faith matters. Prayers heal. Love overcomes.
People want to do good for others; they just need excuses.
Fear is a waste of time. The worst that can happen is that we'll
die — which happens to everybody, anyway. Until the Grim Reaper comes
knocking, we're alive.
We can count our hardships, but not our blessings.
Life does not revolve around us. It envelops us.
There is no condition that someone else has not already
overcome.
Nothing makes one feel more alive than the prospect of death and
the requirement that one fight for the things that give life its richness,
meaning and joy.
Seven months into my little adventure, I love my wife and
children more than ever; relish my work more than I could have imagined; and
feel joy that I cannot begin to describe. I also have some street
credibility when it comes to counseling cancer patients. I now can do what
my friend did: Dispense a little advice and encouragement, so someone else
can replace fear with hope and anxiety with determination.
Which leads to the final healing lesson. When you find a good
thing, don't be selfish. Pass it on. You'll feel better — and so will
someone you love.
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