The Right Thing to Do
“We have a conversation going, an amazing dialogue, and I didn't want to do anything to slow that down.”
"Why" That's the most common question I got when I told people I was going to keep writing the blog on vacation. One person wrote in the other day sort of blaming NPR, and asking that they give me a break. But this was my decision, no one was forcing me. In fact, my editors, the others who work with me on all this, suggested the same thing. So why do it?
Well, for one, I'm still on East Coast time, so I wake up pretty early. I take my computer out to the balcony, stare at the ocean while the sun is coming up, and write. This is not hardship duty. It really calms me and helps me gather my thoughts.
And I thought that effectively shutting this site down for two weeks would be a bad idea. We have a conversation going, an amazing dialogue, and I didn't want to do anything to slow that down.
There's a larger reason too. Cancer is something we live with every day. As lucky as I am to be on vacation, I still think about it all the time. Sometimes it just jumps into my mind like an annoying pop-up ad. Other times, something will trigger it. At the pool the other day, I saw a woman with very short hair. She hadn't cut it that way for fashion, it was clear that she had been on chemo. I wondered what her story was, but I was glad that she was in Hawaii too.
There's a conversation that I think everyone has when they come to Hawaii, or some place comparable. We may not even say it out loud: if we sold the house, the cars, quit our jobs, why couldn't we just move here? It's fun to think about it, and every once in a while you run into someone who's done it. So it really is possible, it's not just a mai tai-fuelled fantasy. But sometimes when I'm planning the move, the question, "But for how long?" elbows its way in. You know what I mean. Not, "How long could I stand to live on an island/" That one's easy. No, it's, "How long do I really have?" I try not to think about that one too much, not let it rule my life, but it's out there.
So this really was my decision. No one coerced me. Since we live with this monster every day, one way or the other, I thought I needed to face it every day, too. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
6:27 AM ET | 05-17-2007 | permalink

