Good Morning America. I am so chipper this morning. Maybe it was the incredible Taj Mahal concert we attended last night. 72 years old, playing the guitar with the verve and gusto of a man half his age. Cute as a button, alright a big, round button, Taj balanced his substantial bum on a wooden bar stool, explaining, “I don’t stand up when I play in fine art auditoriums because I know you all will want to dance and there isn’t a dance floor in sight.” Coy and friendly, he played at least 7 different instruments including the electric keyboards, banjo, a rose-colored steel guitar, either a mini guitar or a ukulele, not sure which and multiple acoustic guitars. What a night. Jazz, blues, reggae, with a few ballads thrown in to mellow us out. Loved it.
So here I am, Friday, March 21, ready to go see my general practitioner to discuss my game plan. JImmy and I have decided to refer to my doctor, Jeff Warren, as the point guard, the play maker and I am the coach. I am assuming full responsibility for the choices I need to make. I am almost positive my treatment will include surgery and, most likely radiation. Last time I had cancer I had radiation therapy for 42 days consecutive days, not counting the weekends. Trying to find a clear 42 day window in the next 5 months of my life is going to be tough. I will not start treatment before we go to the beach on May 8. Then at the end of May, we have tickets to DC where a very good friend of ours will celebrate his 60th birthday. Two weeks later, we have flights booked to Las Vegas. From there we will head out to the Grand Canyon with several of our good friends, including my doctor, Jeff Warren, to go rafting for a week.
My plan is to delay radiation until after the Grand Canyon trip. I do not want to forgo the 7 day silent meditation retreat I plan to attend starting July 17th at the Upaya Zen Center just outside Santa Fé. The problem is I only have a 22 day window between our return from the Canyon and the departure date for the retreat.
Would that I could delay all treatment until August 23rd, when I come back home from a writing workshop in Provincetown, MA. That would be my choice. Not likely. So as I write this I can see that the best compromise is to miss the silent retreat in July.. Get the damn radiation over with and be healthy when my daughter, Katie, delivers our second grandchild in last August. That way I can go to the writing retreat, which I do not want to miss. Another consideration in my favor is that I have been accepted for the Rohatsu:
Rohatsu Sesshin marks the enlightenment of the Buddha. It is a powerful gathering of practitioners and friends who are dedicated to realizing the way. Roshis Joan Halifax and Enkyo O’Hara, and Sensei Kazuaki Tanahashi explore the enlightenment of the Buddha, the story and its meaning in our lives today, during this powerful annual retreat. The retreat is in silence, with sitting and walking meditation, eating formally as a community, daily dharma talks, private interviews with teachers, liturgy and samu. Sesshin provides a powerful container supporting the unification of body and mind, and our individuality with the community and the world. Roshi Joan Halifax is Abbot of Upaya Zen Center. Roshi Enkyo O’Hara is Abbot of Village Zendo, and Sensei Kazuaki Tanahashi is a Dogen Scholar.
I was hoping to attend the 7 day retreat in July as a training ground for the Rohatsu in December. Time will tell. After I see Dr. Warren today, I will have to meet with a surgeon, an oncologist and a radiation oncologist before the entire plan is set in place. So much ado over such a small mass. Cancer certainly can take over one’s life, but it will not do that to me. I am committed to living in the moment every step of the way. No falling victim to this disease or its cures. I always laugh when I use the word cure for cancer. It is ludicrous to call chemotherapy and radiation cures when they, in and of themselves, do so much damage to the body.
One last thing. I will not settle for just any oncologist, not matter how well-known or highly regarded he or she may be. I want a oncoclogist who will talk openly with me about all my concerns, who will, with compassion and understanding, answer all my questions. I also want a doctor who is open to the alternative modalities that I am now using including cannabis, Reishi and Turkey Tail mushrooms, Vitamin D, Turmeric and whatever else comes into my radar that I think will help prepare my body for the onslaught of radiation, and to prevent me from further cases of cancer. Amen.
Just heard the wild geese outside my office window and thought of this poem by Mary Oliver. May we all be comforted by her words.
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.