A cool breeze rifles my hair from the hammock under the vanilla tree just steps from the aqua blue waters of the Pacific ocean off the coast of Maui. A week ago I arrived as a newcomer to this island, and a stranger to the fourteen other cancer survivors who shared this special place with me. Now we, as well as the staff and other teachers we have had the good fortune to interact with this week are ohana – “family” in Hawaiian.
This incredible experience was provided to us through an
organization called Athletes for Cancer whose
mission is to enrich lives impacted by cancer through the healing power of the
elements and the tenacity of the human spirit. They fulfill that mission with
surfing, stand up paddle boarding and snowboarding camps for cancer survivors
in Hawaii and Hood River, Oregon. Camp Koru is healing in so many ways. At the
outset, just the connection with the incredible beauty of this place and its
natural wonders: the water, fragrant flowering plants and the towering volcanic
peaks provide a sense of peace not readily available in the fast-pace of the
mainland.
For some, just being in the ocean was a new experience that
required them to overcome a fear of the unknown. For others, sharing their
story for the first time with other survivors was an opportunity to connect
with those who have been there. Putting words to an experience that engenders
such turbulent emotions is not always easy, but definitely feels safer with
someone who has walked a mile in your shoes. With our scars, buckets of meds
and all their assorted side effects, sometimes unusual diets, prosthetic and
missing parts, not to mention the emotional impacts of facing your own
mortality, we can sometimes feel like misfits among the general population. But
here, we are just like everyone else, or even realize perhaps that we didn’t
have it so bad, after all.
As it is National Young Adult Cancer Awareness Week (April 1-7) it is appropriate to reflect on how far we've come. Thirty, or even twenty, years ago, there were no services for young adults with cancer, and probably most oncologists wouldn't even recognize that young adults got cancer at all. Now, there are a number of programs, camps and other services for those of us diagnosed between the ages of 18 and 40.
As it is National Young Adult Cancer Awareness Week (April 1-7) it is appropriate to reflect on how far we've come. Thirty, or even twenty, years ago, there were no services for young adults with cancer, and probably most oncologists wouldn't even recognize that young adults got cancer at all. Now, there are a number of programs, camps and other services for those of us diagnosed between the ages of 18 and 40.
The natural world has always been healing for me, the water
especially. Just hearing the waves lapping against the shore as I drifted to
sleep at night soothed my soul. Returning to camp each evening after surfing
and paddling all morning and hiking or exploring coastal towns in the afternoon
with aching muscles and a kind of satisfying weariness made sleep welcome and
easy despite less than luxurious, though completely adequate, accommodations.
The food, however, was world-class. As someone with a really healthy diet, I
always give a fairly significant amount of thought to what and where I’m going
to eat. It was so great to have incredible, gluten-free, veggie-laden meals
with vegan options prepared for us each day by an amazing chef who volunteers
his services for the camps.
Excited to paddle an outrigger canoe, I had no idea how much
the blessing and Hawaiian ceremony conducted by a native before and after our
paddle would impact me. With tears streaming down my face, I listened to the
prayers in wonder even though I didn’t fully understand their meaning.
Kimokeo’s presence alone was so powerful, and his chants, songs and blessings
filled me with hope and peace.
I came to Hawaii to rest, and to learn to trust. We were
each tasked with choosing a power name for ourselves during camp, and I choose
Kale`le`, which means “to have faith” in Hawaiian. At the beginning of the
year, I left my job of five years with a nonprofit I founded in order to serve
single cancer survivors. Even though I have accepted the fact that I am a
“starter,” it is still scary to take the risk to start something new, again. A
six-month consulting gig ends in June, and I don’t know where my income will
come from after that or how much it will be or what my work will look like.
An intuitive told me once that I was like a dolphin (an
animal I have strongly identified with) confident that there would always be
more fish. I haven’t quite been able to embrace that philosophy yet as fear of
having enough money and being able to pay for my health insurance is ever
present. Coupled with that is the fact that I am currently in the middle of a
recurrence of ovarian cancer with six masses in my abdomen that aren’t causing
any problems yet, but could at any time, requiring surgery. It definitely
requires all my trust and faith that things will work out, that I will land on
my feet, that I will have the opportunity to make a difference and serve single
survivors while supporting myself in the process.
Kalele.
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