LIVE! NOT JUST SURVIVE!

I talked to you on the bus and just now we want to know better, but I have to get off at the next station. So tell me three things about yourself that define you as a person. Three things about you from which you can understand who you are, what you are and what your purpose especially on earth. Three things that touch your essence. And I wonder: the three things is the fact that you survived after any trauma? You survived cancer, after the rape, after the Holocaust, after incest or after an attempted murder against you?
Have you noticed that those who have gone through significant trauma in life tend to present themselves as survivors of other terrible that period of their lives? No one wants to minimize the ferocity of a fight with a tough situation, such as those listed above, but in no case may the terrible life that should not come to define us, because we are made to be much more than just surviving of more than dire situations. And where I saw this identity survivor has the most impact is the community of cancer patients. Have long been in contact with this community, because life has to have the circle of colleagues, friends and know many people who have had to go through such situations. A few years ago I met after a long time with a former college classmate who knew a cheerful and optimistic, eager for life and ambitious plans for the years in which youth force gives strength to fight any and anyone to achieve your goals. After the first few words you've changed I noticed that something was wrong with her and asked her what happened. She said that recently learned that has breast cancer. The good news, if you can call it that, was that it even work in a hospital that deals mainly treat cancers. She had seen a lot in his professional career, that would be said to have been prepared, somewhat, for a situation like that.
But here is what have told many people outraged at the news that his ill: "What?! But you work even between them and even take care of them! You should be immune! "As if it were required only to escape with a single scratch in a plane crash just because it was part of the crew. She told me that although she had so much experience in cancers of others, had to learn to fight from the beginning that the status of the patient gave a completely different perspective of the situation.
Among others was surprised that only a small part of the cancer experience related to medicine. Most link to feelings and faith, moral failure and recovery, loss and identity retrieval, discovery of a power and flexibility that you did not know that there is within you. It's understanding that the most important things in life are not things at all, but relationships. Reach slowly, laugh despite uncertainty and learn that you can withdraw from almost any saying "I have cancer." Let's use this as an excuse universal.
Another thing she learned was that there is no need to identify themselves as "cancer survivor" even if there are huge forces that pushed exactly to that. Please do not get me wrong though. Organizations oncology early detection efforts, public awareness and cancer research was cancer normalized. And that's great, now we can talk about cancer without whispered. Can we talk about cancer and we can support each other. But sometimes a little over the top like some jump and tell us what is beginning to feel.
About a week after my surgery, we came home a guest. Maybe this was our first mistake. Note that at the time had already been chaplain for over 20 years, so about death, meaning of life and other such topics already chattering endlessly. At dinner that night visitor begins to stretch his arms above his head and says, "You know, Deb, now you finally know what's important. Yes, will have to make some big changes in your life, now you start to think about death. Yes, that's your signal cancer alarm."And these are the golden words coming from a man who talks about his own experience. But when someone tells you that you will feel, it's shit cold water. One thing prevented me to kill him with my bare hands, that I could not lift his right arm. But I said a bad word, something about his mother ... that my husband said, "I have given narcotics." Then after treatment seemed that everyone tells me what sense will my experience. "It means what it says to do and co priest." "It means that you come to the meeting." "It means wearing a pink ribbon and pink shirt and headband and earrings and bracelet and panties." Panties! Seriously, look on Google! What does this help to information? Only my husband sees my panties. It's already well informed about cancer.
At that moment I thought, "God, but this thing will not let me live!" Then I said to be master of your experience, do not let her be your master. We all know that in order to cope with trauma, loss, any life-changing experiences that we must find meaning. But there's a problem: no one can tell us what is the point of our experience. We must decide what it means. And you do not need to have any effect colossal externalized. No need to set up each foundation or organization, write a book or make a documentary. The meaning can be silent inside. It can make a decision related petty personal life that could produce a big change.
Many years ago I had a patient, a very popular young man with all the wonderful medical staff that I was very surprised when we realized that it had no friend. He lived alone, came to chemotherapy alone and was made treatment and then went home, alone. I also asked: "How come you do not ever live with a friend?" To which he: "I do not have friends." But he had a bunch of friends in section infusions, all loved him. The world came to his room all the time. At the last session of chemotherapy we gathered to sing, I put the crown on his head, I made bubbles and then I asked him: "And? From now what are you going to do? "He replied:" I'll make friends. "And so he did. He began volunteering and thus made friends. He started going to church and again and made friends. At Christmas we invited me and my husband, and the apartment was filled with his friends. Be the master of your experience, do not let her be your master. He alone decided that the meaning of his experience was to know the joys and learn to make friends.
What about you? Finding meaning in the experience sucks that you had? It may be a recent one, or one that you burden for a long time. It's never too late to change the meaning. Meanings are dynamic: today means something, but maybe in a year or 10 years will mean nothing. It's never too late to become something else than a survivor. Hear how the word sounds static? Surviving. Missing movement, lacking growth. Be the master of your experience. I let her be your mistress. If you leave, my opinion is that it will impede will not grow, you will not evolve.
Sure, sometimes outside pressures are to blame because we assume the identity of surviving. Sometimes we enjoy the good parts. Sometimes advantages. But then we get stuck. Among the first things learned when I was an intern chaplain were the three "C" chaplain of activity: consolation, clarification and, if necessary, confrontation or challenge. Everyone loves parties consolation and clarification. But the confrontation, not really.
Another thing that I liked when I was chaplain was to see patients one year or more after treatment, because I tell you, it was really cool to see how they have changed their lives and how it evolved through which they passed. So I am very happy someday when I was called to a patient entering the clinic had talked a year ago. She came with her two daughters aged adult - you know - to control one year after treatment. So I went down and we found the height of joy because she had come to the result of analysis NPC: no pathological changes. At one time I thought that death means no predictable. So they were very happy and we sat down to talk. But it was strange, because after two minutes she began to tell me again how was diagnosed with surgery and chemotherapy, although being the chaplain, talk to her every week and so I knew the story. She said words like suffering, agony, Battle. And in the end she said: "I felt crucified." When her daughters were raised and said, "We're going to take coffee." And they left. Tell me three things about you to the next station. People were coming down before it reached number 2 or 3. I spread a napkin and I hugged her. Then, because I loved this woman, I said, "Get down from the cross." And she says, "What?" I said again: "Get down from the cross." And bravo they managed to tell me what has reasons to acquire that identity and then to stick to it. By that received much attention. People had finally take care of her. But now I had to have the opposite effect. People start to avoid it. They were going to “take coffee”. The experience made her feel crucified, but she did not want to leave crucified self to die. You probably think I was a little rough with her, but I must say that I was talking from my own experience. With many years before had been fired from a job he loves and talking incessantly about my innocence, about injustice, betrayal and deception until, as in her case, people started to avoid me until I finally realized that not just trying to understand my feelings, but I amplify them. I did not want to leave my ego crucified to die. But we all know that in any story of resurrection, first you have to die. Christian story of Jesus stayed dead a whole day in the tomb and then rose again. I think for us to stay in the grave means to care for our wounds thoroughly and allow us to heal ourselves. We must let ego crucified to die I was born a new, truer one. You must let go of the old stories that can be told a new story, a truer. Be masters of your own experience. I leave you master it.
Why do not exist "survivors"? That is what would happen if people would decide to take pain as an experience and not as an identity? So I can never be hostages of our wounds and we begin wonderful way of exploration and self-discovery and growth. Can we start defining oneself go through what we have become and what we become.

So perhaps survival was not one of the three things that I've said. Nothing. I want to tell everyone how good I feel that we are in the bus together. I get off here.



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