As a planner and organizer, I understood that this journey would be challenging on many levels. Learning to wait is an essential skill for surviving the odyssey of cancer and the lengthy treatments. Breathing deep, long yoga breaths through the days, weeks, and months help to diffuse the unknown. Like, waiting for appointments and surgery schedules; for approvals from insurance; for referrals; for pathology and test results; for answers to questions posed via myriad medical portals; for too many days until the next step; for the end of our weekly 24-hour fast; for weekly blood-marker results; for the next oddity that my body would serve up (read earlier post on “skeeter syndrome”). And for the metaphorical “other shoe to drop” as I await side effects that may never arrive.
The waiting is not necessarily about worrying. Being in the midst of waiting can mean wanting to be closer to completing this chapter in my life. But this was another season that reminded me that each chapter is meant to be lived fully. Breathe and move on. Pause and then get back to it. If you ruminate about the waiting, it will be like chasing some unseen, lumbering creature you’ll never quite catch.
So how did I get through these waiting moments? I attended meetings and events all the while being mindful of not exposing myself to possible sources of germs and infection. I read – as a long as wasn’t another cancer book. Don’t misunderstand – I’m an avid researcher and knowledge-gatherer. Yet at some point the learnings need to stew and marinate without more ingredients added. Gardened during spurts of energy. Cleaned and organized – that list of projects was as long as our half-mile driveway. Short-term projects were great – ones that wouldn’t be interrupted by the next appointment, stalled energy, or fatigue that wrestled me onto the couch.
One of my favorite ways to use this waiting time was to write notes to others. Birthday, greeting cards (I know, how old-school of me), or thank you notes. I was grateful for so many people who had reached out to me and wanted to make sure they knew how much their gesture meant to me. Besides, people still enjoy receiving something in the mailbox other than junkmail. Bringing the needs of other people into the foreground was the best method for moving my “waiting” into the background. Call about a special post on social media. Ask about their family and job. Write an uplifting note to someone who’s grieving. Make a quick call to bring laughter into someone’s day.
Create in me a clean heart, oh God; and renew a right spirit within me. Psalm 51: 10

