{"id":889,"date":"2010-10-28T08:33:33","date_gmt":"2010-10-28T16:33:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/?p=889"},"modified":"2010-11-03T11:59:58","modified_gmt":"2010-11-03T19:59:58","slug":"in-the-name-of-cancer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/2010\/10\/28\/in-the-name-of-cancer\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Name of Cancer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" title=\"tea\" src=\"http:\/\/katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/tea.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"458\" height=\"305\" \/><\/p>\n<p>On a Saturday morning in early October Josie and I were headed to a birthday party when we arrived to find the main road into the park blocked by a stage, tables and an abundance of balloons. There was no easy way to get to the playground, dog park, soccer fields or the Gymboree where the party was being held. I took a few turns trying to figure out how to get there and so did everyone else who wanted to use the park that fine Saturday morning.<\/p>\n<p>Finally I found the right building. I was trying to park when a woman came running, waving her arms with fire in her eyes \u2013 clearly caught up in the adrenalin of a <em>live<\/em> event. <em>This road is closed<\/em>, she yelled, <em>this road is closed!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I rolled down my window, pointed at the building and said I was parking for a birthday party over there. She told me I wasn\u2019t allowed to be there and she was so adamant that I turned around. As I drove away she screamed \u2013 <em>It\u2019s a walk to benefit breast cancer!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Seriously?<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t know what to think at first. Did I feel a little guilty because, after all, I\u2019m alive and cancer-free? Sure, I\u2019ve lost a few body parts and a few friends but not my mother or my sister. I wondered if I should feel bad because I had been frustrated with the woman. Then I remembered that I wasn\u2019t the one who was frustrated. I wasn\u2019t the one who raised my voice. I was just looking for parking. I was just trying to get my 3 year-old to a birthday party.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually we made it to the party. We had a lovely time. As we drove out I saw the woman. I didn\u2019t say anything to her but I wish I had. I wish I had stopped and gotten out of my car. I wish I had said that I wasn\u2019t mad or upset or threatening her in any way. I wish I had re-iterated that I was just trying to get my daughter to a birthday party, and that I had, in fact, been parking in the right place. I wish I had told her that I was sorry for her loss, that I was sorry for her grief.<\/p>\n<p>I wish I\u2019d told her that I\u2019d had cancer once. I wish she\u2019d told me her experience. I wish we\u2019d really listened to each other. Then without giving her a hug or sharing any tears or secret handshakes, but simply as one compassionate adult to another, I wish I had said goodbye and been on my way. Most of all, I wish we\u2019d both really heard each other. Maybe if all of us did more of that, then maybe someone would stumble upon a cure for our sadness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On a Saturday morning in early October Josie and I were headed to a birthday party when we arrived to find the main road into the park blocked by a stage, tables and an abundance of balloons. 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