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Please join me on a journey from grief to surrender, from fear to empowerment, from uncertainty to.... uncertainty. 
"When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life."  ​
~Eckhart Tolle

He was my knight in shining armor.

10/26/2021

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He was my knight in shining armor.  

When I saw him standing there, holding his bicycle, among a sea of other strangers just beyond the grassy knoll, I knew.  He was the man I was waiting for.  He was the man who was going to save me.

I never would have admitted that I needed (or wanted) saving.  I was 3 years widowed, and I was just fine.  I had lost a husband, raised a toddler on my own through infancy, purchased my first home, and moved from California to Colorado to start again.  I was doing well, making a life for us, and playing strong, on the outside.  

On the inside, I was lonely.  I wanted companionship.  I wanted to feel like a woman again.  To be kissed, admired, held, loved.  I wanted to not be alone.  I wanted the dream of a family that hadn’t been fulfilled, and I wanted to feel that I deserved it.  I wanted a different life.

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We are together, all of us.

7/22/2021

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“Tomorrow is a special day”, I say.
“What day is it?” she asks.
“It’s the day that George became spirit.”
“Oh yeah!” she flashes her big smile at me, and remembers.  “July 22.  That means it’s my birthday in 9 days.”  A fact she will never forget.  
“It really is a special day,” she declares.  “What are we going to do for him?”

We begin to list off the possibilities.  
  • Build an altar
  • Wear only black, white, or gray with jeans
  • Go to McDonalds for breakfast
  • Find a bacon-wrapped-hot dog stand, or a Primanti Bros-style sandwich
  • Dine on grilled cheese -- or upgrade to sushi since I’m off dairy
  • Take her new roller-shoes out for a spin
  • Buy a bouquet of stargazer lilies
  • Make art
  • Dance

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The fight.

4/8/2021

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I took my mom to the hospital this morning.  

It’s a familiar drive, one we’ve become accustomed to over the past year.  We talk about the family, my dad, her doctor.  We talk about how far she’s come, and how acupuncture has been pivotal in supporting her through the intensity of modern medicine.  We talk about me opening a practice again someday.  She says I can make a difference.

I do not ask her if she is scared.  It is not a question worth answering.

Since the diagnosis last year -- Stage 4 Undifferentiated Pleomorphic Sarcoma -- her 77 year old body has endured two major surgeries, six weeks of radiation, six rounds of chemotherapy, experimental immunotherapy, multiple biopsies, and countless blood draws, CT scans, and MRIs.  Today is what we hope will be the third and final surgery to remove a large mass in her right thigh, a mass that materialized five months ago out of nothingness, ghost cells that played silently on a seemingly clear MRI before building a spiral around her nerves and vessels.  We can be thankful, at least, that they decided to say hello.  To give her a chance to fight.

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Staying and escaping, and staying while escaping.

3/5/2021

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Last week, a woman I’d never met before came to my house, full of curiosity and wonder and pain.  She was on a journey diving through other women’s stories, women who were mothers, women who were humbled and emboldened and exhausted and healing, and burning with truth.  She was there with me to learn something, to spark something, to heal something -- to create a platform for mothers to share and to connect through our collective courage and vulnerability.  

As I told her my story, of George and our love and my visions and his leaving, I was reminded.  I was reminded of the grief and the suffering, the resistance and the surrender.  I was reminded that there was a time when communities could come together to lift up the wounded.  I was reminded that once upon a time, I was terrified of being a single mother, and I longed for an escape, but I stayed.  I was reminded that there are many ways of escaping.  That we can force our physical form to remain in place while our minds wander and our hearts flee.  
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2020, year six, and fighting for greatness

7/22/2020

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Today marks the sixth anniversary of your passing, though it feels strangely similar to the first. Your daughter and me, alone at home, the world around us forever changed. The grief in this sixth year is palpable, encompassing, wrenching -- and for once, it is not about you. You, instead, are the foundation I lean upon when life becomes unsteady. You are the faith I have that everything will be okay.

I won’t bore you with the details. You already know that the coronavirus has all but halted our lives, that my acupuncture practice closed its doors mere weeks after opening, that schools are closed and play dates are cancelled, and we see none of this letting up anytime soon. You know that my mother was diagnosed with stage four sarcoma in May, that we have been caring for her through scans and surgeries and treatments, all the while terrified of exposing her and my dad to this novel virus that has taken over half a million lives. You know that the violence and inequities placed upon our brothers and sisters of color continue to plague us, that a country founded on racist ideology cannot change without a disproportionate amount of suffering, bloodshed, and tears, that the road ahead is marred with adversity. You know that the collective grief in our world at present is more than most of us have ever been asked to endure. You know that we are hitting a tipping point. Something is about to shift.

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    Joanne Chang is a writer, mother, widow and movement-maker.  She lives in Denver, CO.

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