I have done a lot of reflecting back lately on my life with Kai.  The things we did, the choices I made.  All along the way letting go of little pieces, bit-by-bit, of what I though life would be like.  Becoming a chemo mom you learn to let go of a lot. Part of letting go is having reasonable expectations, which is often no expectation at all.  You learn to be ready for anything at any time.  It took a while to adjust to this way of living.  In my life before Kai I rarely said no to anything.  I would push myself to fit everything in and keep everyone happy.  I would have anxiety about missing out on things if I did say no.  Having a baby with complex medical issues and special needs changes all of that.

I know all parents live this way to some extent. We all have to expect the unexpected and be ready to change course at the first sign of the sniffles or a melt down approaching.  But somewhere along the way, being a chemo mom turns from the typical ability to adjust  into in complete surrender of life, as you know it.

You start to give up on the basic structures and routines that we are taught our whole lives to live by.   Making plans becomes impossible and heart breaking so you learn to just give up and give in and enjoy the moment.

I know I have mentioned this feeling before, this learned practice of flying by the seat of our pants.  This inherited inability to commit to anything any father away than tomorrow.  It is a coping mechanism.  A way to take control by releasing control altogether, and it works!

Naturally one would think that now that Kai is gone I could go back to living life by the book.  Making plans again, committing to my future, answering the phone or an email…but for some reason it hasn’t been that easy.

I am used to living in this little world Kai created for me.  Taking care of things on my own.  Being accountable to know one but him and I.  Having a child with disabilities or life threatening illness can send you into a world of isolation no matter how many people you have around supporting and loving  you.

Loosing a child is the same.

To my surprise I have found that this practice of non-commitment, living one step removed from the rest of the world, that urge to turn everything else off and run has only gotten stronger since Kai died.

When people ask to make plans for next week I am filled with anxiety.   Even when I know it is something I want to do I will not agree to it, out loud, until the day before.  Trying to plan any kind of future for myself is paralyzing.  Sometimes even answering a phone call can induce heart palpitations.  I find myself snapping at my loved ones when they ask how I am doing or if I would like to meet up sometime soon.  It is too much to bare to even contemplate the question.  I immediately go on the attack, causing a distraction  looking for a way out.  Avoiding.    I have been trying the past few months to figure this all out.  Why is this still such an issue for me when I now have nothing but time, nowhere to be, and nothing to loose?  Why do I physically recoil at the thought of having to make a decision about ANYTHING!?!?

Sometime last year, when Kai seemed fairly stable, I started looking into going back to school.  After working with so many wonderful integrative therapists for Kai’s care I decided to apply to massage school.  I was all set to start this past September but when it came time to sign the papers I just couldn’t do it.  By that time Kai was not doing well and I knew I would never be able to spend that time away from him.

As Kai was dying in the hospital I began to think about what I would do with my life once he was gone.  How would I ever find meaning in work again?  How would I ever relate to other people after this? I once again thought of massage school and imagined being able to help kids like Kai.

After he passed I thought I should start school as soon as possible.  The next session starts February  which seemed like a reasonably amount of time, but as the weeks went on I hesitated.  
Fear of commitment…
 I eventually resubmitted my application. I emailed the school with the update on Kai. I received my acceptance packet in the mail, but never signed the paper to start the program. I though about it every day for weeks, but still couldn’t sign the paper.  This unreasonable fear of commitment was holding me back.

Last week I was telling a good friend of mine (who also happens to be a very good psychologist) about my plans for school and my inability to fully commit.  She looked at me and smiled and said that of course it is hard to commit.  Committing to something new in my life is also admitting that my life is different now. That Kai is gone. By making a decision like this I am committing to moving on to a life that Kai does not live in.

Of course! In that one moment it all made sense.  I let go of the fear and more importantly I let go of expecting myself to be able to make decisions like this because how could I ever fully commit to a life without Kai.

Monday morning I went to school and signed the papers.  I start next week,  two days a week for one year. By the end I hope to provide relief and restoration to kids like Kai who are fighting disability and illness. I hope to work with some of the people who worked with us. I hope to incorporate these skills into the work we are doing with Kai’s Village.

I committed to continuing to build a life that allows Kai to guide me in the work I do, everyday.

Josephcampbell


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