It would have been the perfect pit stop for riders doing the coastal trek “Apart from the coffee…and the service,” Sonia thought.
“Have I become a coffee snob?” The cyclist thought “Well that’s what living in Melbourne for three months will do to you, create unreal expectations ”
Three months ago Sonia had taken off from her fixed life in a seaside village, exchanging furniture for freedom, small town for big smoke, with many calling her brave and some foolhardy, to the city in the south. She knew there was no risk involved, having been through a testing interval which had revolutionised her values and gifted her with the ultimate motto to live by “Life is Short”. Now on the other side of the country, a distance from her previous home similar to that between Paris and Moscow, Sonia mused about the trivialities of coffee and comfort food at the end of an hour cycle along the exceptional beautiful West Australian coastline where the locals demonstrated their renowned friendliness.
Another rider left the laughing bunch of cyclists at the table opposite, returning to his bike parked near hers.
“Stunning isn’t it?” he had just articulated her thoughts about the turquoise sea and Penguin Islands opposite. As he pulled on his cycling gloves and sunnies in the self assured manner of an experienced cyclist, the two riders fell into easy conversation on the beauty of the place and their good fortune in living there.
“Yes you’re right, we are lucky and things could be worse…” She agreed.
“I’ve just been told my liver Cancer has metastasised”
So blatantly espoused as he clipped his helmet on
“And it’s my wedding anniversary…could have picked a better day..It’s my wedding anniversary, yes…but my wife Marie has gone to visit her parents in Montreal, she doesn’t know yet, not sure when I should tell her…Of course she’d want to rush right back and what for? What’s done is done…things of course can change though, there’s always hope!”
All through the monologue his voice remains cheery, it’s the same pitch and pace he used when describing the mundanities of the weather -which now seem to have taken on new meaning in the light of his pronouncement.
Carpe diem
“Yes” Sonia thought
“We need to squeeze every bit of juice from life, put our hands around its throat and throttle it. Throw it to the ground until it relents and produces the goods, not mutter and moan about trivialities as I had just done.”
How lucky to have some understanding of his experience!
“I had breast cancer three years ago,” Sonia offers by way of showing a grasp of the mortality shoulder tap; the dark beast that changes your life forever.
“Shit, Damn, Bugger F**K!” It was not coffee that had soothed her soul on that May morning after walking out of the doctor’s office. To the dismay of her genteel friend she’d wanted a drink ….right now! That friend had taken advantage of her first shock to ask the doctor for antidepressants on her behalf. Fortunately the doctor, though youngish, was a healer of the old fashioned kind who had recommended a good red to savour on the beach. The healing power of wine!
Unable to wait for the 10 minute drive to the sea, she’d insisted on wine at the tavern. Sitting at one of the outdoor tables, she’d felt the opprobrium of female passers by ” There but for fortune…” an old Phil Ochs song of the 60’s sprang to mind as she’d realised that she could easily have been any one of them, looking on sourly at the woman of mature years who should have known better, hoeing into a large glass of white at 10.30 in the morning.
The wine took effect, stimulating the urge to sing “There but for the 10 minute consultation with Dr C, wait a minute was it 10? Felt like 2 seconds to me….anyway there but for the consultation, mammogram, grief of 2 years ago it could be you, here, and me, there, walking along the street but hey! Make my day! Go ahead and judge me! You couldn’t possibly know!”
It had all been bravado of course, before making that phone call to her son who was waiting for news. It couldn’t be done and she’d rung her daughter in law instead…”Another woman might understand” she’d told herself but the truth was she knew the effect it would have on him-and consequently herself- so wasn’t ready to breakdown just yet. She’d been at that early stage of accepting the words alone and had wanted to say to the world “Yes that’s right I’ve got breast cancer….what are you going to do about it?” The need to blurt it out to any passing stranger and later by email and phone, had told all her friends who had then metamorphosed into wheat or chaff, to blow away or stick with her during the winds of change.
The official letter outlining the diagnosis had arrived some days later and now, sitting in the sunshine listening to a fellow traveller, she recalled the power of those three little words; “Malignant, Invasive, Carcinoma”, her new body state delineated in foreign terms whose meaning she would come to master in this life lesson. Now she grasped that they were sacred words- a magical invocation to open a different, unexpected door on a new phase of life. All who enter are gifted with a deeper understanding of themselves, brought through pain, fear, and ultimately, as the circle of life continued its progression, wisdom.
Sonia been lucky and had come through, had done what was needed, lost her power in the early stages of entering the health system, reclaimed it later as she made her own decisions. Freely admitting the cancer experience had changed her, she had entered a new stage of loathing any mention of the illness and finally moved on with a life she believed was without any reference to, or influence from that time. Until now, here, by a different ocean on the other side of the continent, listening to how another human is handling a harsher cancer pronouncement. For the first time in three years, she was suddenly back there, dealing with the pressure to make swift decisions when she was least capable of doing so.
“Don’t listen to them …it’s your journey…they have no idea and their prognostications are all based on the past! Annoy them with your questions and make sure that they answer them… Make YOUR choice at every step of the way and remember…no matter who has or hasn’t had it before.. IT’S YOUR JOURNEY! AND YES ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!”
She longs to make that statement, maybe should have but didn’t. Would they have helped? Changed things? Instead, she grabs his hand, kisses his cheek, hugs him.
“I’m Alistair”
” Sonia,pleased to meet you”
Alistair now turns, grabbing the bike’s handlebars, ready to head off on the next stqge of his journey.
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