Monday, July 16, 2012

Seeing the Trees in The Forest, And Where We Fit In

A little evergreen tree has died alongside our road and, as we walked by it yesterday, my husband wondered why.  All the other trees around it are healthy and it did not look like it had been hit by lightning or damaged by wind or attacked by bugs.

The tree is about eight feet tall, so it lived several years.  We are in the Rocky Mountains and this little guy took root on its own, taking seed and growing in that place by the road.

The trees all around it are scrub oak, so maybe the soil was not right for an evergreen.  Maybe it just grew in the wrong place, in soil that could not sustain it.  Still, there are evergreens nearby that soar to the sky, so maybe this little tree was just too weak to begin with.

Could we have done something to save it?  If we were in the city, would we have babied it and maybe kept it alive?  Or would it have died sooner there?

These are the same questions we ponder about why some people get sick, why one disease affects one person more than others, why people who live healthy lives still can’t beat some illnesses, yet people with deplorable habits keep going and going.

It’s the old nature versus nurture argument.  Bad genes or bad environment?  Or both?

I am sort of over being angry at people who have dodged major illnesses—largely because, frankly, there aren’t that many of them.  Seems like most people I know have something to contend with—debilitating arthritis, diabetes, heart disease, Alzheimer’s.  But when I first got cancer I did look around at people who obviously were not living as healthy as I was and wondered, Why me and not them? And then I realized that I had no idea what they were dealing with and I should just stop being so angry and judgmental and get over myself.  It was not their fault I got sick.

Still, you have to wonder about this poker game we all play with our health.  Some seem to be dealt a good hand to begin with, some make the best of a poor hand, some try but can’t make a straight out of a pair of twos, and some look at their cards and just fold. 

I have one friend who never exercises and has a diet full of fat, yet she is in her mid-80s, hale, hearty, and youthful-looking.  Another smoked all his life, drank, and never exercised, yet he is pushing 80 and has nothing seriously wrong physically, although I do think he looks back at his life with serious regret.  Still, the big C didn’t get him, nor did any major illness.  I wouldn’t swap places with him, though, even if I knew my cancer would return.

I also know a wide variety of cancer patients—fighters who refuse to let the disease get the upper hand, questioners who search for their own information rather than listening to the docs, accommodators who go along with whatever the doctor says, worriers who can’t get beyond the fact that they might die.  Most of us are a mix of these traits, fighting one day, living in worry the next.  But we are all built differently, both physically and mentally, so we all react to our disease differently.  Nobody is right, nobody is wrong.  We’re all just us, being our own little trees fighting our own little battles.

We cannot escape our genes—they make us prone to certain diseases, give us the strength to fight others, and offer a blueprint for either a long or a short life.  Still, we can change some of that—the science of epigenetics demonstrates that lifestyle and environmental factors can influence our genetic makeup so that, by improving things such as diet and physical activity and by avoiding unhealthy environmental pollutants including stress, bad air, and chemicals, we can eventually build a healthier DNA.

I was born into a history of cancer.  My grandmother and both of my parents had forms of cancer, although none of them had breast cancer.  I was the pioneer there.  But both parents lived into their 80s and remained in their home until they died, surrounded by their family.  So, I might have a tendency toward cancer, but perhaps my genes also mean I will hang around for a couple more decades.  And my particular mix of nature and nurture has given me an ability to love, to laugh, to process health information in a way that might make me proactive, and to keep going, assuming all will be well, at least at some level.

Maybe I won’t end up as one of the stronger trees in the forest, maybe I will be the gnarled, crooked one.  Maybe disease might slow me, but I feel I am rooted deeply in decent soil—family, friends, community—so I am going to push on, grow how I can, and, in the process, help shade and nurture the other trees around me.


Anonymous said...

Beautiful writing! Made me a little sad and at the same time,hopeful.I feel the same way,a lot of the time.Thank you!

Penny Cuninggim said...

I loved reading your Seeing the Trees note. Thank you for voicing what I feel (and often think) too. After a recurrence I was told "the TN will probably come back within 3 months". That was 2 years ago. The doctors are surprised to say the least. But I know why at least in part I am in great health. Exercise, a very very good diet, green drink, structured relaxation most days, and herbs from the Block Center are some of the reasons.
But also working on my spirit and doing the things I truly love. That has meant finding the strength to change what I do and who I am with each day. What an adventure!

Patricia Prijatel said...

Penny: I am so happy to hear from you and to know that you are still doing great. Yay! Blessings. Pat

Penny Cuninggim said...

Thank you, Pat. Your website has been an inspiration to me for four years. And the piles of research you continue to gather are so important to fighting the mis perceptions out there about triple negative and learning about the latest successes.