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  • Radical Rituals at B ...
    This year I’m
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    different than my
    usual tradition of
    pithy punch list of
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    Monday morning I
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    more personal ritual
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    Sunday is always a
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    burn because we have
    to strike
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    Saturday was my only
    day with nothing
    pre-planned and
    nothing I had
    committed to do. The
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    to feel nibbles of
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    Missing Out) so I
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    Because I had
    actually gotten
    enough sleep, I woke
    up reasonably early
    on Friday morning.
    Josh was still
    asleep, but I wanted
    to take advantage of
    the relative
    coolness of the
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Parentheticals

A blog in which Our Heroine records, reflects and wrestles with meaning. With lots of asides.
Tags >> identity work

Yeah, I know it’s been a long while between posts, but here we are again. I have several things to report on the cancer treatment front, and some musings about ending one phase of the process while also looking ahead to the next.

First and most exciting to report is that I had my final chemo treatment last week. While it’s still going to be about another week or so until I’m fully recovered from the not-so-fun collection of chemo side effects (including spaciness and fatigue, both of which make it hard to blog), I must say that reaching the end of this chemo phase makes me super happy. To celebrate, I brought along some tiny bubble wands (with pink hearts on top!) and got my mom and Josh to blow them with me down in the Meditation Room (the overprotective nurses at the infusion center didn’t want me to blow them there—fine, be that way). Now I get to look forward to my hair and eyebrows growing back, which will hopefully start sometime in the next month or two. It’s not unreasonable to expect that by the end of summer I’ll have an actual hairstyle and can say goodbye to the crazy colored wig extravaganza. It’s been entertaining to be pink- and purple- and blue- and green-haired, but I’d way rather have my dark hair with sparkles back.

Now that the chemo phase is over, though, it’s time to turn my (and my team’s) attention back to the surgical phase of treatment. Therefore, the day after my last chemo treatment last week (while I was still feeling reasonably energetic from the steroids they gave me the day before), I went back to UCSF to meet with my breast surgeon, Dr. Ewing, and my plastic surgeon, Dr. Foster, and talk about next steps. When we had last left Our Heroine, these two docs had already successfully performed on me a lumpectomy and sentinel lymph node removal, along with a “nipple-saving” breast reduction, in preparation for the upcoming double mastectomy and reconstruction surgeries. We put those other surgeries on hold while I completed chemo, but now it was time to get that ball rolling again.


Disruptions

Posted by: julia

The farther I get into this cancer saga the more I find myself dealing with discomforts around the variety of ways in which the treatments and results disrupt my familiar, chosen routines. I’m not just talking about physical discomforts here—though there are plenty of those—I’m talking about mental and emotional discomforts. That sensation of cognitive dissonance, of having to simultaneously hold two different and competing realities, is really fierce sometimes. Right now is one of those times. On the one hand, I want to keep doing all the things I normally do, and participate in all the events that define my year’s rhythm. On the other hand, I have to acknowledge and respect the cumulative fatigue and fog from the chemo treatments that’s following me around all the time now. I am torn between defiantly shaking my fist/blowing raspberries at cancer (“you can’t take the sky away from me, you bastard!”) and wanting to wrap myself up in a soft cocoon of gentle self-love (“I will not get caught up in expectations of doing, my job is just to rest and heal.”)

Where this conflict seems most acute at the moment is around my writing and my writer identity. First of all, the writing routine I used to have is long gone, shattered by a schedule that is now pockmarked by and increasingly filled up with various kinds of self-care, including a lot of extra sleeping. And even when I do have the time or interest to sit at the computer, I’m finding it really difficult to open up my novel manuscript and have anything to say, even though I have an outline and supposedly know where the story is going. It’s hard to concentrate or imagine new things. Now, rest assured gentle reader, words are still being made. I journal every few days, and sometimes try to put together a blog post like this one (though it’s been a month since I last posted, sigh). But they’re slow and not getting me any further down the fiction-writing road to which I’ve committed both my time and a significant piece of my identity. And if writers are only writers if they write—and I’m not writing—then does that mean I’m not a writer anymore? Did cancer take that identity away from me too? Dammit! <shakes fist defiantly>

But even more acutely, with my third chemo treatment scheduled for tomorrow, I have reluctantly had to cancel going to one of my favorite writer events this weekend (FOGcon, my local speculative fiction convention. I’ve attended every year for the past 5 years since it started.) At first I thought maybe I could at least go for a day, or go for the weekend but retreat to my hotel room whenever I needed a nap, but the reality started to sink in that I was really unlikely to feel good physically or mentally (and since most of what I’d be there for would be for mental stimulation, that would make going frustrating at best and pointless at worst). So I cancelled my hotel room, and will eat the cost of the convention membership, and mope instead of write. There is another writer convention in May over Memorial Day weekend (Wiscon), and I’ll hold out hope that maybe my treatment/surgery schedule will at least allow me to go to that. Though who knows? Part of the fist-shaking irritation here is that I just can’t plan for anything, or if I do that I have to hold everything lightly and without complete commitment, because cancer just shoved and shouldered its way to the front of the priority line and everything behind it will just have to wait its damn turn. And I have Things To Do, people, things I want and love to do, things that reinforce my chosen positive identities and bring me satisfaction that I am living the life I want to live. I had settled into a pretty great regular routine of enjoyable events and activities throughout the year that gave shape to my life and that I looked forward to (not just writing stuff but many other things too). I hate that this year all the enjoyable Things must be (or at least potentially be) put aside or shoved to the margins while I deal with My Year Of Cancer Redux. Will I be able to run my Fly Your Freak Flag High booth at Maker Faire or go to Wiscon in May? Go to my nephew’s high school graduation in June? Take a vacation with my family this summer? Finish my goddamn novel? Who the hell knows. First I have to focus on recovering from all the chemo and surgeries and all the side effects that come with them, whether I like it or not. I don’t like this new life, this new normal, however temporary it may be. I want my old life and my familiar rhythms back. Some disruption can be fun, or creatively re-charging; but this is not that kind of disruption, and I don’t want it. I’d shake my fist again here but I’m too tired.


Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Posted by: julia

Tagged in: wrestle , reflect , record , life , lessons , identity work , cancer

(Sorry, couldn’t resist that post title.)

So a few days ago I went in to my trusted hairdresser Tracy (whom I’ve known for many years...she was the one who transformed me from long hair to shorter hair about 8 years ago) for my chemo haircut. In other words, the “cut it all off before I lose it” haircut. I had many people counsel that it would be easier if I had a little transition time with super short hair before getting to total baldness (and I think that was wise advice). I’d made the appointment a few weeks ago, and was dreading it as the time approached. Not because I thought I’d look bad with short hair, or that my hairdresser would do a bad job (she’s awesome). Rather, I was dreading it because I knew it was going to be another externally imposed transition, one that, just like with the boob reduction, touches on (and frankly, squeezes and stomps all over) core presentation of self and body image identity issues.

Now, I’ve done a lot of identity work in my life around my “outside standard beauty norms” body. (I’ve blogged about some of this before.) I had grown accustomed to and finally even proud of my zaftig curves, my curly hair, my Jewish nose. Sure, I knew I’d probably benefit from losing some weight, but I’d mostly made my peace with the pros and cons of extra flesh and knew how to work with it.  I had also finally gotten to a point in my life where I was feeling pretty confident about my personal style (the clothes I wear, my hair and jewelry and accessory choices). So in general, I was pretty happy with the way I looked and the self I presented to the world. But cancer came along (AGAIN) and has been messing with that confidence, over and over. First it was the vast reduction in boobage (which even now nearly three months later, I am still displeased and distressed about, and we’re not even done messing with the boobage yet). Now it’s the hair. Dammit, I was happy with my hair. I had finally settled on a length and style I liked, I had dialed in my preferred styling products, and I was enjoying having all the sparkly colorful tinsel bits in it.


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