Kathy Gunst: Some days I have watched my garden, pictured, so intently that I swear I could see the squash stretching. (Photo courtesy of the author)

“Do you think you’ll be different when this is over?”

That’s the question many people ask me. I have this pat answer I give, “I can’t imagine that anyone who experiences cancer can come out the same person.” I hear myself saying those words and lately I’ve been wondering what exactly I mean.

In the past six months I have felt hellish, gorgeous, reflective, terrified, ugly, tearful, joyous, and grateful. And that’s just on a given day. Ever since early May, when I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and started chemo treatments, I’ve experienced a deep swerving roller coaster of feelings that change from minute-to-minute.

But, what’s different, is that I’ve allowed myself to feel them all. I’ve had six months that haven’t been filled with busyness. Six months where I have spent extended amounts of time on couches and chairs, beds and outdoor furniture. Resting. Thinking. Looking at the sunflowers and watching the goldfinches.

Kathy Gunst, pictured this summer before losing her hair. (Courtesy the author)

A hummingbird lived outside my kitchen window this past summer, daring to get so close that I could actually hear the accelerated wing beat. I have watched my garden so intently that some days I swear I could see the squash stretching.

I am present in a new way. Before, like the hummingbird, I was always flitting about from one activity to the next. How much nectar could I suck out of a day? How busy could this busy person be? Because, lets face it, in this society, if you’re not busy you’re not really living, right? Or so I thought.

Some days, lying around staring off into space, I’d feel damn sorry for myself. I imagined all the people out there riding bikes, riding waves, walking the beach. People filled with energy. Healthy people. People who brushed their hair. People who went out for ice cream.

Other days I would sit outside in a patch of shade, watching the clouds change shape, observe late afternoon morph from bright blue and puffy white-to pink-tinged and Escher-like evening. The world had slowed down enough that I could watch the sky change. Watch the night descend.

In the past six months I have felt hellish, gorgeous, reflective, terrified, ugly, tearful, joyous, and grateful. And that’s just on a given day.

I recently finished my last chemo treatment. My life will return to something I used to call “normal.” But what will happen as I become busy and fill my days with work? What will happen as winter approaches? As my health returns and my hair grows back?

Will I look around with grateful eyes at the small touches of beauty out there for all of us to take in? Will I remember the way light shifts in the late afternoon on a patch of garden? Or the way the light catches the underside of the leaves, creating a whole new shade? Will I remember seeing day’s first light cast golden rays on the vegetables? Will I remember to grab the dog’s neck, petting that soft underside beneath her chin, and kiss the top of her soft, white head?

Will I take the time to remember?

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  • John Sivolella

    Yes, you will.
    Well done Kathy.

  • vito33

    Please do remember when you can, Kathy. There are wonders all around us, and most of us take them for granted.

    Kurt Vonnegut told a story about he and his grandfather sitting under a tree in the Indiana summer, enjoying a glass of lemonade, having a conversation, and his grandfather would interrupt the conversation and say, ” Hey, If this isn’t nice, what is?!”

    Most of us don’t take the time to notice how nice it is to just be alive.

    If this isn’t nice, what is?

  • Ed Williamson

    Dear Kathy, Thank you for sharing this wonderful outlook on life. Paying attention, as you have done, is an act of love which brings us into harmony with nature and this harmony brings peace and love into our lives. May you continue to experience many years of love and peace.
    With Metta,