In the world's eyes I am not young anymore. I should be preparing for retirement in a few years. My Dad had already retired by the time he got to my age but in my mind I am still young. I think I feel this way because I am still in learning mode about myself and my world around me. My learning is not just about understanding either: it is about figuring out what I need and want to change about myself to improve.
In the past few months I have come to a profound realization about myself that has me thinking about a radical remodel. I look back over the past whenever I have gone through hard things and I have tended to react in the same way. Head down, bum up and forward! Let me explain by going back a little bit.


As I deal with this cancer diagnosis I have seen myself more clearly as I can't quite use the same reasoning to justify my submerging my emotions and yet here I am doing it again. The past few months have been about switching into practical mode: going to my appointments, asking questions about my treatments, preparing for future treatments in my head. So practical and so much in my head that I have not even begun to let my emotions enter this very much. Yes, there was the initial fear and panic about the possibility of dying soon but once I entered that treatment realm I have rationalized all over again that there is no time for emotions that will only get in the way.
Big mistake! The hilarious and simultaneously sad thing is that I come into this as a former therapist, a therapist who taught clients about connecting with their emotions; a therapist who said that there are no bad emotions, only bad ways of expressing them. Fortunately for me, I have not been so successful at burying my emotions this time around and I am leaking like a sieve. Recently, I had a pretty bad day when I was bombarded with feelings about being ill for the rest of my life, however long that might be. I suddenly felt super tired of the fight and I began to feel like I didn't want to do this anymore. It might be easy to just give up and let nature take its course. Fighting to survive and even thrive has always been my signature but here was I ready to give up.
At first I felt super guilty about my feelings and then it suddenly dawned on me. My emotions were valid, real and very normal under the circumstances. Staying permanently in those feelings may not be that healthy but hey, I was entitled to feel a range of emotions as I work through this new challenge. The feelings were frightening as I allowed myself to go there and yet I also felt very peaceful and for the first time in my life I am not afraid of dying.
I went a step further. I contacted each of my children to share with them that I was going to have days of despair and would feel like giving up and that was OK. I asked for their support in those times, especially to understand that this was perfectly normal to have days like that. My message to myself and my family is that allowing myself to feel the full range of emotions doesn't mean actually giving up the fight to live. It is acknowledging that this is hard and that I can't keep up the facade of strength all the time.
