The Chinese word for crisis is 危機. It is formed with the characters for “danger” and “opportunity.” The belief is that a crisis presents an obstacle, trauma, or threat, but it also presents an opportunity for either growth or decline.
I’ve had my fair share of crisis situations during my lifetime and although I’m not one to boast, I have handled them pretty damn well!
Once Arielle’s ovarian cancer diagnosis was communicated to me I went into “crisis management” mode. I was in Miami at the time, so had to change my flight, pack my bags, make necessary phone calls to family and friends, figure out where the hell Charing Cross Hospital was, and make reservations at the nearest hotel. I did all that, somehow got through the day and in a little more than 10 hours, was on a plane bound for Heathrow.
All in all… I think I’ve handled the past two weeks rather well! I mean hey! … nobody was murdered, hurt or maimed, right?
My problem now is the same as it usually is… once the crisis appears to be over, my physical me goes into “decline,” and this “cancer crisis,” was no exception.
After two weeks of being “Super Me,” my immune system has officially collapsed and I have been reduced to a coughing, achy, sniffling, stiff, sore, fuzzy, fatigued, headachy mess.
*sigh* …but hopefully, this too shall pass.