Autumn Without Urgency
“For someone who grew up in Southern California, where there really are no seasons, the colors when the leaves change, and the crisp weather, whenever it comes, are truly miraculous.”
The following essay is from the NPR My Cancer weekly podcast:
We're past Labor Day and it's still summer in Washington. The temperature is in the 90s and so is the humidity. The signs that fall is coming are starting to show up, though. There's a branch of one tree in my yard that always changes first. Its leaves are bright red now. But I'm talking about the more traditional signs. Lots of ads for the coming season of TV shows. Granted, the new shows can't come soon enough. We've endured enough garbage this summer.
I go into this fall a little surprised. I wasn't supposed to be here. I remember writing a year ago that I was going to make a point of enjoying that autumn because I might not see the next one. For someone who grew up in Southern California, where there really are no seasons, the colors when the leaves change, and the crisp weather, whenever it comes, are truly miraculous.
But here I am a year later. And I'm not sure what to think. It's been a hard year in many ways. I'm certainly a little more beat up. In terms of my cancer, though, I'm probably in better shape than I was last fall. Just not being on chemo makes life much better.
I think I've just lost some of that urgency I felt before. I plan on enjoying the changes of seasons, but I don't think I'm going to spend much time worrying about whether I'll be around a year from now. I'll be here or I won't. I guess that for a good part of this past year, I was looking at everything through the prism of death. My death. I just don't think that way as much anymore.
I do have one thought though. If this is my last year, I sure wish that there would be something better on TV. I don't think that's too much to ask.
7:00 AM ET | 09- 4-2007 | permalink

