despite my last cancer patient yoga experience, i decided to try again. this time up in vail with a yoga instructor that my mom loves. the instructor invited both of us to the shaw cancer center in edwards, co for a tuesday morning class.
there was a similar sense of camaraderie in this class. but none of the complaining, the sighing, the chit chat. it was really nice.
but. i have to say it was a little depressing. many of the women had been through SO much and were doing fine. they were survivors with cute new hair cuts. but there was one woman who starts chemo this thursday. she was asking all about hair loss and wigs. it was nice to be able to give her some advice from experience...but...it was hard to think about her having her first chemo in a few days. i just was instantly shot back to september 18th, 2007. i remembered everything - experiencing the first red chemo injection with tears rolling down my face. and the following nausea. ug. it was just so hard to think about. and so hard to think about another woman having to go through that fresh.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 1207-1273, written in 1230
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