Other people, even others who also have cancer, tell me “You’re going to live 30 years.” They tell themselves, “I’m not going to die of this.” Even Nancy in my support group, so wise and clear-sighted, e-mailed yesterday “All we can hope for is to hang on long enough until better treatments are developed.”
But this isn’t what I want to hear. This is a safety net with an enormous hole right in the middle. Whether I will live a long time or a short time, I’m alive now, at this moment. What I want is to know that there are other things to hope for besides length of life. What I want to know is that it isn’t necessary to turn away from thoughts of suffering or death but neither is it necessary to give these thoughts too much time and space. What I want is to be intimate with the knowledge that life is temporary. And then, in the light (or shadow) of that knowledge, to know how to live. How to live now. Here’s the thing I’ve learned about cancer—it shows you mortal illness and then spits you back, back to the world, to your life, to all its pleasure and sweetness, which you feel now so much more than ever. And you know that something has been given and something has been taken away.