I Used to Be the Guy Who Went Out There
“I'd like to... take back a little bit of my old life, to be the person I was before my diagnosis. Maybe I just want to prove to myself and those tumors that they haven't taken everything from me.”
Well, it happened again today. I'm working on a documentary that focuses on the military. I've been trying to set up some filming overseas. And on the phone today, I ran into an old friend, an officer I had worked with in the Balkans years ago. We were talking business, and I had to explain that I was sending another producer on this trip, that I couldn't go. I think I mumbled something about having some "health issues" that wouldn't allow me to make the trip.
I'd had a similar conversation with another officer just a few days ago. Now, the term "health issues" really doesn't raise a red flag. Neither man asked what I meant. And quite honestly, I doubt that it mattered much to them. But it did to me. I used to be the guy who went out there. I prided myself in going where most people wouldn't want to. That wasn't just what I did — it was who I am. Or I guess who I was.
I didn't really see any reason to explain in either conversation that I have cancer. It just didn't seem relevant. But part of me wanted to blurt it out. So they would understand why I wasn't going to be the person getting on the plane. I think that is probably only important to me.
But there is a chance I will have to go over to Afghanistan. I asked my doctors if I could go, if there was any medical risk. Now, this is something of a long shot. It's unclear if that trip will happen and whether it will come at a point in my chemo that would allow me to go. Of course, my doctors also made it very clear that they think I'm nuts for wanting to go.
This isn't some sort of macho posturing. I'd like to go because that would allow me to take back a little bit of my old life, to be the person I was before my diagnosis. Maybe I just want to prove to myself and those tumors that they haven't taken everything from me.
Or am I just being silly? I'm fighting cancer. Is there any sense in going into a place where I could get hurt, and undo all the progress I've made? The obvious answer to that is "no." The surgeon who performed my first cancer surgery back in 2001 became a pretty good friend. I had a checkup right before I was scheduled to leave to be embedded in the invasion of Iraq. He looked at me and said, "Look, I've put a lot of work into you. Don't mess it up." Actually, I cleaned up his language in that quote, but you get the idea. The sentiment makes perfect sense.
But then there's that voice inside my head that says, "To hell with the cancer. Go do your job." I won't know how this will turn out for a while yet. But maybe just knowing that I could go, even if I don't, would be victory enough.
6:12 AM ET | 11- 2-2006 | permalink

