April 1, 2019 admin

“The Storm Cloud” by Abigail Johnston – A #MetsMonday Featured Post

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I’m pleased to share the next piece in my #MetsMonday Featured Post series. This one comes from friend and fellow blogger, Abigail Johnston. Many of you will “recognize” Abigail as her online presence is certainly making an impact. Thank you, Abigail, for sharing your voice on Nancy’s Point. Be sure to scroll all the way down and share a comment or ask Abigail a question.

The Storm Cloud

by Abigail Johnston

It’s Spring Break, 2019. As I write this, my almost four-year-old son woke me up earlier than the others. We’re staying at the beach with family to celebrate the time the kiddos have off from school. My youngest son’s needs are simple. He still needs a bit of help in the bathroom, and he needs his breakfast—after some snuggles.

Before anyone starts thinking I’m Betty Crocker, all I did was put his frozen pancakes in the toaster.

See, what I mean?

Simple.

Having alone time with either of my boys is a rarity, and I’m acutely aware I spent more alone time with my eldest before our second and last child came along. So, I grab moments alone with the little guy whenever possible. Whenever he’s sitting still is also a novelty, so there’s that too.

I can think of hundreds of mornings so very similar to this. Lazy Saturdays, when there is no school or we’ve planned very little for the day. The slow start to the day used to be a luxury, something I had to plan for amidst juggling a household, a business, a career, volunteering and all of the other balls that are necessary to juggle in the midst of raising children.

Now, whenever there isn’t school, this is MY norm. Hanging with the boys (the aforementioned nearly four year old and my newly turned six year old), making sure their needs are met and enjoying, most of the time, the quality time with them while they still want me around. I hear that ends at some point, so I’m soaking up the cuddles.

From one side of the home away from home, we can see the beach, from the other, the bay. Each night, we can see the sunset over the water and each morning, the sunrise over the beach. Despite the really amazing location, the beach is nearly devoid of other people. We have seen one or two other beachcombers, but no one comes near us, and we stay away from them as well.

Sounds idyllic, right?

It’s definitely one of my top five vacations.

The boys have built and destroyed multiple sandcastles. My six year old has mastered the art of riding waves on a boogie board that is significantly taller than him. The boys rode roller coasters for the first time at Legoland, and we went down a bunch of water slides, despite the freezing water temperatures! We walked about five miles, according to my Apple Watch. We’ve eaten some pretty good food and enjoyed a few sweets we’d normally forgo. We’ve connected and reconnected with family and friends.

BUT…

There’s a storm cloud over the experiences, and I don’t mean the weather.

You see, I’ve just passed my two-year anniversary of being diagnosed with breast cancer. I wouldn’t find out until June of 2017 that the correct diagnosis was Stage IV metastatic breast cancer from the beginning.

So, two years ago, I was still planning for the scheduled lumpectomy and hoping and praying to avoid chemo and just get on with our lives. Now, I wish I had that to worry about—chemo was an experience with a beginning and an end point. The middle sucked pretty awfully, yet, it was finite and I counted down.

Now, I only count up as treatment will never end. But continuing to take my targeted therapy means I’m still stable, a good thing.

Living with Stage IV metastatic breast cancer has literally changed every single aspect of my life. All those balls I was juggling when I was diagnosed, I purposefully dropped most of them.

Yep, you read that right. I dropped most of the balls I was juggling—ON PURPOSE.

Now, rather than a career and clients and responsibilities to others, my day is framed by school drop-off and pick-up times. Now, rather than arguing in court, I argue with my six and three year old (they are much better negotiators that many of the adults I’ve known). Now, rather than taking care of myself last, I have to take care of myself first. Now, rather than pushing through the aches and pains of growing older, I rest when I need to and listen to my body. Now, rather than going to the doctor once a year (maybe), I have an entire team of doctors spanning many specialties, and I’m in a doctor’s office multiple times a week.

This new life is very far from what I experienced before cancer and despite the fact that we live with the dark storm cloud of my truncated life expectancy hovering overhead, there is unexpected joy.

The dividends from taking care of myself are many. Spending time with my children, I’ve found, has rewards far beyond my expectations. Rather than chasing elusive goals and often putting up with people that I wasn’t wild about, now I intentionally spend time with people who support and lift me up as much as I do the same for them.

My learned skill of compartmentalizing various parts of my life or day from others has come in pretty darn handy.

I’ve got an ironclad box in my mind where I can usually put and keep the cancer and 2-3 year life expectancy and friends’ deaths and progressions and fighting with insurance companies and doctors’ offices, etc.

Most of that stays there—until it can’t any longer.

When it bubbles over, there are a variety of things that sustain me, including and especially, my faith in God.

Instead of looking back and mourning what has been lost, I have found contentment in looking forward while embracing the here and now. This isn’t easy or automatic, and I often have to remind myself to look up, to look forward, to breathe deeply and to focus.

I don’t know how much more time I will have with my family, my husband, my children.

But despite that storm cloud, I am determined to make the most of it, for as long as I possibly can.

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Are you living under the “storm cloud”, too, or do you know someone who is? If yes, what helps you compartmentalize?

Do you have a comment or question for Abigail?

Have you had to change or end your career due to cancer (any stage)?

Bio: Abigail is a 40-year-old wife and mother living with Stage IV metastatic breast cancer. She lives in Miami, Florida with her husband and two sons. After her diagnosis, Abigail closed her successful law practice. She now spends her time with her family, advocates for more research and recruits lawyers to provide pro bono legal services for stage IV metastatic breast cancer patients. Be sure to visit Abigail’s blog, No Half Measures, and then don’t forget to like her blog’s Facebook page and the Connect IV Legal Services Facebook page as well. Follow Abigail on Twitter too!
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