Mystery Tour 2000–2003 *|
|You read the
"nutshell" version, so here's the abridged but still somewhat more
detailed account of the unfolding, unraveling, unbelievable, unexpected, unforeseeable, tale
of facing what I eventually discovered was not stomach aches, gas pain, or the
gastroenterological we-don't-exactly-know-but-we-have-to-call-it-something Irritable Bowel Syndrome
— no, indeed. It was Cancer — cancer in the ovaries to be specific, and a rare form of it at that.
(2000–2003: a brief medical summary)
Along the way, in my various consultations and second, third, and fourth opinions, I had assembled my ideal team of specialists to work with me, so it did not make sense for me to relocate back to New York and begin the research/consultation process from the beginning. So I remained in Miami for what turned out to be a three-year residency with my parents, as I embarked on what I called my "2001: Ovarian Cancer Odyssey" (well, it started at the end of 2000, y'know, but anyway!), followed by the medically-acclaimed "2002 Medical Mystery Tour", culminating in the much-heralded "2003 Cuts-Like-a- Knife-Hurts-Like-a-Mother-Fucker-Time-Heals-All-Wounds-(Supposedly)-and-All-That-Other-Crap" Tour, followed immediately by an unforeseen indefinite sabbatical/residency at Heartbreak Hotel (but that's a whole 'nother story — all I will say is that at the time of this writing, I still have a room & key, I occasionally go there, eat crappy food, watch re-runs on TV, and cry my eyes out, but I don't live there anymore).(2003–present: Outta the Box)
So, more than 3 years after I began this crash course in Life Appreciation 101, I graduated from my cancer program (with honors, of course) and I returned to New York City, brand-spankin' new life perspective diploma in hand, a signed-sealed-delivered new lease on life in my pocket, ready to start anew. Unfortunately, this new Lease on Life did not come with a well-lit cozy 1BR apt with exp brick sep kit sep bth lrg clsts rf abcxyz. I had sublet my NYC apartment due to these unforeseen circumstances, so I didn't have an abode of my own for my unpredicted return, nor did I have any money left in the bank, so I took up temporary residence with my sweet cousin, Susan, resting my lil' head on her very comfy living room couch. I decided to take this opportunity for a fresh beginning to heart. I'm a-gonna fire up those back burners and start cookin' on those tucked away dreams o' mine.
(Epilogue: My Life in Boxes)
. . . and so my journey goes, as I continue to heal, grow, learn, live, and laugh with a new and renewed sense of purpose, appreciation for the beauty of every moment (including those moments that seem most challenging), compassion for myself and others, acknowledging the preciousness of all that we have in this Life, and the importance of seeing and being my highest self — in mind, body, and spirit — and living my dreams.
"Our truest life is when
we are in dreams awake." — Henry David Thoreau