G-d’s Business.

After my first round of chemotherapy in October, my Leukemia
went into remission. Now, I’m on a course of treatment called “consolidated
chemo,” which is a course of an additional 4 rounds of chemo. Why do more chemo
if the cancer is in remission? Because, leukemia is “an aggressive disease.”
And, at the end of the five rounds, there is a significant chance that the
cancer will, or can, come back. That’s where the bone marrow transplant option comes in.
With the transplant, the doctors will ultimately nuke my
immune system to smithereens, and then introduce a new immune system,
potentially that of my brother if he is a match, or that of a stranger from the
donor registry. This process has a 50/50 mortality rate. And then you have the
risk of something called graft versus host disease.
You know when you hear about organs being rejected by
someone’s body? Well, this would be the new immune system rejecting me, as I am the foreign body to it. This complication
can have no side effects, minimal ones like a rash, or more complex ones like
diabetes or death.
In the end, I will either chose to stop after these chemo
rounds and see if my body can resist whatever cancer may still be left, or I
will chose bone marrow transplant. This is what I’ve meant when I’ve said here that eventually I’m going to have to make a choice that my life will
depend on.
A friend told me recently that there are three categories of
everything: my business, their business, and G-d’s business. I don’t know how
to make a decision like this – therefore, it’s G-d’s business. The result, the outcome, is G-d’s business. However, I have some problems with G-d’s plans.
People have been talking with me about a benevolent Higher
Power, a course that wants the highest good for me and all those involved. And,
truly, I believe this. I believe in a Universe that wants my greatest happiness
and good. The problem is … I’ve seen how that good looks sometimes.
My friend Aaron who died of an overdose earlier this year. He needed to go
back, he needed to go home, was what I was told in my anguished meditation on
“WHY.” My friend’s adult son recently died from health complications. He had
addiction issues, and she felt too that it was simply more compassionate to let
him go than to let him struggle. Another friend recently lost her baby in the
second trimester, and I can see how, with the surrounding circumstances, disturbing as this is, perhaps it was for the “greater good.”
So, see, this is my problem. That sometimes the ultimate and highest good of everyone involved looks like death.
And I have a problem with that.
As I’ve said here before, I don’t feel done. But, as was
written in the Lance Armstrong book, his doctor said that sometimes it’s the most
active, want-to-live people who don’t make it through cancer, and the ornery
curmudgeons who eek on through and make it to a full-length life. It doesn’t
matter, this seems to say, what kind of attitude the person has – it’s a crap
I don’t entirely believe that. I don’t really believe that
at all. I do still believe that my aching, pulsing desire to be and stay alive
can be my anchor to this world. I do still believe that I have so much more to
give and do that it would be the crime of the century to cut my time here
But, what do I know. I don’t. Like us all, I’m in the
uncertainty of what will happen, and I desperately want to know – Will I die? Will I make a choice that will lead me toward or away from death?
A friend told me, Hey Molly, none of us get out of this
alive, and gee whiz, yes, that’s true, we all have a 100% mortality rate and
all approach zero at the end of the game, but, will this kill me? I have no
I have hopes, and wishes, and a cat that is currently curled
sleeping in my lap on a blue-sky autumn day. But the outcome is not my
business. It’s just not. I can look at the losses I listed above and not want
any of them to come to pass, and yet know the good, or the release, that came
out of the tragedy.
Do I believe somehow that my death would be like that? Fuck
no. I am not in anguish, people. I mean, I believe too that some of this came
about as a result of a life not fully lived, and that caused me anguish – but
aren’t I learning… doesn’t that count? Will it?
What is my business
then? Well, the reality is that I don’t have enough information. That there
simply isn’t enough to make any decision right now. We don’t know if my brother
is a match, so I don’t have to decide right now. If a match comes up, the
reality of the choice becomes more imminent. But right now, I have nothing to
do but get up, wash up, and go get some blood drawn. Though my cat will not appreciate
the interruption. 

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