That\u2019s how Sarah told us she has cancer.<\/p>\n
The good news is that she is young, healthy and fully recovered, and her BFF responded very well to the chemotherapy, a process of poisoning a person just enough that their hair falls out and the BFF gets the brunt of it.<\/p>\n
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Two bald heads; one genetic, one chemically induced.<\/p><\/div>\n
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Sarah is one of the Bush family nonbiological daughters. A friend of our biological daughter, she is as much a part of the family as anyone, and I was a little shocked and saddened by the BFF. I promptly renamed Mr. Hodgkins TLF, not BFF. TLF stands for The Little Fiend, or some other F-word, depending on my mood.<\/p>\n
Chemo affects different people different ways, and Sarah, descended from stoic, German stock and the eternal optimist, smiles through the whole process of chemo juicing. She usually feels fine for a few days after.<\/p>\n
I have a theory that paddling has anti-TLF properties. Since living in Madison, her grad school schedule had kept us from dragging her to the Wisconsin River, one of the most healing places on earth. It was there I went after my father passed away to spend some time grieving. I knew it would have a salutorious effect, so we grabbed a canoe suitable for three and planned a post-juice therapy session.<\/p>\n
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First Mate Sarah, duffer Kirsten, and Captain Stephanie<\/p><\/div>\n
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Sunscreen is critical for Sarah, as well as hydration and a few other cautions, but she\u2019s no hot house flower. She was the paddler as well as the duffer, and being an introspective person, quietly absorbed the beauty.<\/p>\n
Flowing water is therapeutic. The sound of it running through a pile of logs sings a song of comfort, the soft murmur punctuated by the humorous plops of turtles, too shy to stick around even when we were quiet. The water pushing us up on occluded sandbars with a soft kiss is even therapeutic, as we splash around tugging the canoes off the spots we high-centered.<\/p>\n
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Before you read any further, I don\u2019t like reading river-as-metaphor-for-life stories and I certainly don\u2019t want to write them. But sometimes even I go there. So here I go.<\/p>\n
The river is unpredictable. Sandbars and currents change dramatically with every flood, and the slough that was so inviting last season is now a field of quicksand. The little sand spit where I used to enjoy a summer nap is gone, the tree that created a little shady spot is now a strainer, and an inhospitable one at that.<\/p>\n
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Sand is always in flux.<\/p><\/div>\n
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This constant change used to bug me. I would grumble that a favorite spot was gone, and not realizing that a new favorite spot was forming somewhere else. Unlike some of my more predictable regulars, the Wisconsin is a dynamic river. You can\u2019t step in the same river twice, right? That\u2019s doubly-true here.<\/p>\n
My river has taught me many lessons, and one of them is that no matter how vigilant you are, you will run into hidden and unexpected obstacles. It\u2019s part of being on a river; it\u2019s what makes them interesting. Lakes are nice, but give me a river any day.<\/p>\n
The day on my river was wonderful. It was a healing day, full of happiness and smiles and silliness, and, as the water was low, we ended up stuck in places where we didn\u2019t want to land. We just scrambled out of the canoe, let it float free, then jumped back in when the obstacle was passed.<\/p>\n
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That\u2019s right, here it is; the clumsy, ham-fisted, overworked metaphor. Life gives us sandbars. We can break our paddles trying to pry ourselves off a sandbar, or we can step out, get our feet wet, possibly splash and fall and look stupid, but ultimately float free of the obstacle with little effort.<\/p>\n
Sarah is the step-out-and-float sort. She doesn\u2019t have the energy to waste being inefficient, so she just works with what she has, which is why she\u2019ll be okay. She is evicting the TLF, not with anger or frustration, but with quiet optimism. Funny thing; the best paddlers I know are the same way. If you get angry, it\u2019s not that many steps from anger to a nice, long swim. You just take what the river sends you and deal with it.<\/p>\n
I have now become one of those writers. You know what? It\u2019s not so bad. Maybe resistance to being a cliche has robbed me of a more meaningful experience both on the river and while going through a rough patch in our family.<\/p>\n
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The day seemed to become more and more beautiful as it passed. Midwesterners know that perfect days are precious: it\u2019s always beautiful here, but some days can take your breath away. 73 degrees, a light breeze, bright fluffy clouds that give you a little patch of shade just when you want it. The river opened up and still, no strong breezes, just a shimmering expanse of diamonds on the water. A dragonfly hatch of Midland Clubtails reduced the mosquito population, and white-throated sparrows provided a lovely soundtrack for the afternoon.<\/p>\n
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Midland Clubtail<\/p><\/div>\n
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Thank you, Wisconsin River, for your Anti-TLF properties and for slipping past my defenses and teaching me that sometimes rivers are perfectly sound metaphors for life. They\u2019re both beautiful, I know that much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Another Silent Sports column not on their website. With permission from the publisher. \u00a0– DB \u201cI have a little BFF that showed up by my heart. His name is Mr. Hodgkins.\u201d That\u2019s how Sarah told us she has … Continue reading