Once on the first of December I said I do. Then eight years later on a December first I learned a new word. It was December 1, 1998. We (my first wife and I) approached the Dr’s. office with a mixture of hope and dread. On the one hand we could not believe it could possibly happen to us, on the other we knew something was very wrong inside her body.
They had already told us there was a rather large spot on her left lung, but we were hoping it was a mucus plug, a benign anything, or some crazy artifact; we longed to hear words of comfort and have the good Dr. smile and say we had nothing to worry about. Instead he was about as serious as any human I have ever encountered.
He sat down and said, “The biopsy has returned. I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. Turning to Lena he said, “You have an adenocarcinoma.” It was both a clinical term and a statement of finality. At some level I had already accepted the fact that Lena would die, as a large spot on the lung spells big trouble. But I could not comprehend that this horrible adeno… whatever was now our reality.
I was at a loss for words. Lena asked in a very weak voice, “Is that like lymphoma?” naming what was probably the only technical name for cancer that she knew. Dr. E. sadly shook his head and said, “If only it was.” Then I knew that my worst fears would come true. Dr. E. was telling us, barring a miracle, this was the beginning of the end. He promised to put us in touch with an Oncologist and ushered us to the door. The whole thing took about 15 minutes.
We were stunned, numb, confused, scared, and trying to act normal in front of all the people in the waiting area. We still had to pay and fill out some papers. As we stood in line trying to act Ok, Lena said she didn’t feel very well, and suddenly began to collapse. I managed to get her to a chair and get someone to help as she lost consciousness. I have no idea what happened to the paperwork. And with that, the blur of what went on to become December 1998 began.
So on that December 1, I learned a new word, a deadly word: adenocarcinoma. It wasn’t clinical to me. It was personal! This word referred to my loved one.
On this December 1, I think back to that one. And I vow to learn, and use, other kinds of words; words that words that lift up my wife and family, words that communicate life and love, words that express appreciation and support, words that bring joy and laughter, words that inspire hope and desire, words that, as the scriptures teach us, are like honey.
While adneocarcinoma was thrust uninvited into my life, these other words are mine to go after, mine to share, mine to learn and use.
Grant this O Lord.
Peace,
Leon