In my introductory blog post, published more than ten years ago, I familiarized readers with the concept of “embracing the new pretty” in the wake of my uterine and ovarian cancer. Basically, this involved trying to come to terms with the physical changes to my body due to cancer treatments, an issue that almost all women who have had a major cancer diagnosis experience. For many survivors the changes can be profound and emotionally devastating. In the event of uterine or ovarian cancer, transformations to a woman’s body will typically include a permanently and severely scarred abdomen as well as the removal of her internal reproductive organs. Meanwhile, breast cancer patients face mastectomies, biopsies or lumpectomies. To me embracing the new pretty involves accepting these physical changes and also questioning our culture’s popular notions about femininity and beauty.
Of course, there’s also the toll that cancer normally takes on a patient’s energy and endurance. From my muscle strength to my ability to endure exercise, I noticed a significant decline in what my body could accomplish immediately after treatment. It certainly didn’t help that near the end of my treatment in 2012 I was hospitalized for seven weeks while my doctors tended to a dangerous, and extremely painful, bowel obstruction. Nothing had prepared me for the length of my hospitalization, and I seriously don’t think my medical team planned for me to have such an extended stay in an acute care bed on the cancer unit. I’ll always remember my sense of wonder and the unrestrained joy that I felt when I was finally discharged from the hospital.
Unfortunately for the first time in my life, I learned what it’s like not to be able to walk medium or long distances. It took nearly all the strength I could muster just to stand or walk very short distances, and climbing stairs was out of the question for me. To my dismay, I discovered that the muscles in my legs had atrophied during the endless weeks that I was confined to a hospital bed. On the day I went home I had an absolutely helpless feeling as I was transported from my hospital unit to my mother’s waiting car in a wheelchair. As we drove, I knew my recovery would be arduous and probably take months.
How could I forgive cancer for wrecking my body? More importantly, how could I learn to love or appreciate my body as it now was? A few years ago, I came across a beautiful poem online. It begins, “today I asked my body what she needed.” Although the poem isn’t specifically about cancer, it expertly addresses such themes as body image, self-acceptance and self-love.
Today I asked my body what she needed,
Which is a big deal
Considering my journey of
Not Really Asking That Much.
I thought she might need more water.
Or protein.
Or greens.
Or yoga.
Or supplements.
Or movement.
But as I stood in the shower
Reflecting on her stretch marks,
Her roundness where I would like flatness,
Her softness where I would like firmness,
All those conditioned wishes
That form a bundle of
Never-Quite-Right-Ness,
She whispered very gently:
Could you just love me like this?
Hollie Holden, June 2016
When I first read this work, I was moved to tears by Holden’s use of personification, a literary technique that she skilfully employs throughout the poem. She gently and intimately speaks to her body as if it were a friend or another person. The author’s implication here is unmistakable, give yourself the grace and respect you would bestow on a dear friend, or even a younger version of yourself. Would you be hypercritical of your children? Would you speak out loud to yourself harshly and unforgivingly in the presence of someone else? The principal lesson for me as the reader is that I’m always worthy of love and that I deserve gentleness and compassion — even more fundamental is the notion that love and validation needs to come not just from others, but from myself as well.