Day 1, cycle 2, I think if we were to ask P if she were nervous, or something like it, she would deny it. But, after these few years, I can detect a layer of subtle anxiety. I think it is kind of like when sparring and somebody demonstrates that they can land a solid blow on you – at will. There is a wariness that one develops from that experience. It doesn’t mean you won’t spar with that partner, but, you have a healthy fear. I think that is where we are at. I’m not sure how to create a CowGirl analogy here other than to say that you have to get back on the horse that bucked you off.
The whole hair thing is becoming an interesting issue as well. It is complex. I think there are issues of gender identity — many women are their hair in a way like many men are their baldness. Perhaps it is a way to obsess over something that doesn’t really matter and so wrangle with the neurosis inherent in poisoning yourself to heal – a distraction. I think keeping the hair around as long as possible is also a denial – “I’m not really fighting a disease and this isn’t really happening to me.” Denial and rationalizations are the two sides of the same coin – I think.
From “The Big Chill”:
Michael: “I don’t know anyone who could get through the day without two or three juicy rationalizations. They’re more important than sex.”
Sam Weber: “Ah, come on. Nothing’s more important than sex.”
Michael: “Oh yeah? Ever gone a week without a rationalization?”
P wanted as she does, to turn the head shaving into this big ritual – a circle of family, drumming, probably chanting. Alas, neither A nor I were really able to accommodate that, E was still in bed, but, he might have been more sensitive. A dear friend, K, is taking P and E to Chemo today and another friend, S, is meeting them there as well. Full house, therefore, I’m at work. I suggested to P that she shave when she got home, before the drugs kick her butt – perhaps K and E can help here with that. I wonder what I will find when I get home?
I have little patience for the Bible, but two stories I like, and they are related, are that of Samson and of the Parable of the Talents – wisdom is where you find it and if you are smart enough to pick it up.
Samson and Delilah Judges xvi, 4-20.
And it came to pass afterward, that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah. And the lords of the Philistines came up unto her, and said unto her, Entice him, and see wherein his great strength lieth, and by what means we may prevail against him, that we may bind him to afflict him; and we will give thee every one of us eleven hundred pieces of silver. And Delilah said to Samson, Tell me, I pray thee, wherein thy great strength lieth, and wherewith thou mightest be bound to afflict thee. And Samson said unto her, If they bind me with seven green withs that were never dried, then shall I be weak, and be as another man. Then the lords of the Philistines brought up to her seven green withs which had not been dried, and she bound him with them. Now there were men lying in wait, abiding with her in the chamber. And she said unto him, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he brake the withs, as a thread of tow is broken when it toucheth the fire. So his strength was not known. And Delilah said unto Samson, Behold, thou hast mocked me, and told me lies: now tell me,… And it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words, and urged him, so that his soul was vexed unto death; that he told her all his heart, and said unto her, There hath not come a razor upon mine head; for I have been a Nazarite unto God from my mother’s womb if I be shaven, then my strength will go from me, and I shall become weak, and be like any other man. And when Delilah saw that he had told her all his heart, she sent and called for the lords of the Philistines, saying, Come up this once, for he hath showed me all his heart. Then the lords of the Philistines came up unto her, and brought money in their hand. And she made him sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head; and she began to afflict him, and his strength went from him. And she said, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he awoke out of his sleep, and said, I will go out as at other times before, and shake myself. And he wist not that the Lord was departed from him.
Those of you who know me, know well, that strength is an attribute I celebrate and admire. But strength for most of us is not magical or a gift of god, but, something we work for everyday. Strength comes with a high price, exhaustion, pain, workouts with intensity that leaves you near black out, or, vomiting. Samson it seems not only had great personal strength, but, he was a great martial artist, and a guerrilla leader. Talents that he took for granted and perhaps even resented. His Nazerite vow was imposed upon him by his parents as an infant. In a way this story of Samson and Delilah reminds of the goofy movie cliché where the bad guy has the ultimate weapon of doom and it has weirdly a self-destruct mechanism. We see this with our Sports hero’s too, they have pre-game rituals and superstitions. Magic as it were. Magic, perhaps, to explain extraordinary talent, and magic to explain extraordinary weakness.
The Parable of the Talents Matt 25:14-30
The parable tells of a master who was leaving his home to travel, and before going gave his three servants different amounts of money. On returning from his travels, the master asked his servants for an account of the money given to them. The first servant reported that he was given five talents, and he had made five talents more. The master praised the servant as being good and faithful, gave him more responsibility because of his faithfulness, and invited the servant to be joyful together with him.
The second servant said that he had received two talents, and he had made two talents more. The master praised this servant in the same way as being good and faithful, giving him more responsibility and inviting the servant to be joyful together with him.
The last servant who had received one talent reported that knowing his master was a hard man, he buried his talent in the ground for safekeeping, and therefore returned the original amount to his master. The master called him a wicked and lazy servant, saying that he should have placed the money in the bank to generate interest. The master commanded that the one talent be taken away from that servant, and given to the servant with ten talents, because everyone that has much will be given more, and whoever that has a little, even the little that he has will be taken away. And the master ordered the servant to be thrown outside.
It is ironic perhaps that Samson’s fall is seen rather like the 3rd servant. I say ironic because the Old Testament “G”od , a wrathful and jealous one, seemed to love him in spite of his weaknesses, arrogances, and appetites. And the New Testement “G”od one allegedly of love and forgiveness would seem to cast a person like Samson into darkness and suffering. Certainly that is the human justice we love to see in our celebrities and reality TV. The rest of us who have to work hard for strength or insight like to associate ourselves with the hard working servants and imagine fairness and justice in the universe. Although this story of Samson’s fall fills our minds, we should not forget his success as a leader, a martial artist and a strong man – he led his people for 20 years after all. Perhaps, he like the first servant doubled his masters’ investment – in spite, and perhaps because of, his human frailties. Cancer is neither fair nor just and everything about it is ironic –our own bodies run amok against ourselves.
Perhaps it is extreme situations and how we play to our strengths, our unique geniuses, our talents as it were, that we will be remembered for?
So the question becomes how we manage our magic so that it gives us confidence, but, does not replace the thing it is meant to invoke?
If we shave P’s head, what remains?
In truth, I think we are left with a Winnie-the-Pooh, just bald, and for it perhaps all the more Winnie-the-Pooh. The hair, no more than the disease, describes P – and yet, both are her as well. I think the beauty of Samson’s story is that there are no lessons to learn, just a life to observe. A life to reflect mine against an imperfect mirror as it were.
We did it!
ready for colder weather. As they loose their leaves, I will loose my hair. Not that you need to know this, but my cycles are often on with the moon. I mention it here because I feel strength in my connection with nature, and so it is with the trees as well. If my calculations are accurate, I may be sprouting in the spring. That works for me.
I drew Hair Energy before chemo started. I was not going to put it here because it’s kinda creepy with no face and all, but it’s part of what I’ve been visualizing. I have learned that hair loss is common with the chemo drugs I am given because they go after fast growing cells, like cancer, cells in my intestines, blood cells and hair cells, to name a few. This is why getting a shot to inspire my bone marrow to produce white cells 24 hours after the infusion is important. This is why there is such gastric distress. This is why I have thought a lot about losing my hair. I’ve got the clippers ready and some days I just want to get it over with instead of waiting.