This morning I feel like a punching bag. Swollen inside, from being hit all night by imaginary boxers. The medicine really brings the fight to every part of my system. The results of the blood test is now near normal, except for anaemia (low level of red blood cells) and ALP (enzyme indicating metastasis). I had woken up many times due to dehydration, to clear my nose and throat and to drink. It's a common side effect, draining much needed energy.
So I stay at home after walking my daughter to school in the fresh, early autumn wind, warmed by the pale sun, feeling lazy and let the body recover. With foresight, I asked my colleagues not to count on me, and planned back-up for critical review meetings. This makes me feel relaxed and not guilty of chickening out because of a little discomfort.
My quietly loving wife just gave me a delicious cake with whip cream to go along with the coffee (original Douwe Egberts, hand carried by my son form Holland). Sometimes that is all it takes to motivate me to get going again and 'kick the can down the street' so to say. Like my sister Tinelies, earthly sweet comforts have always settled my mind, mouth and stomach in times of sorrow and grief.
All my life I never cared much about winning. Also now. I care about harmony in body and mind, and socially, about all who love me and who need me. For all of you I fight so that I can be with you. That is also one of the reasons why we live in Japan as this society is based on social harmony. The quiet, selfless caring for strangers heals me unconsciously. It soothes my mind, and nourishes my spirit.
That deep drive for harmony, is my Brandaris, the lighthouse on the island Terschelling where we went for holidays as kids, and where I went to school to become a sailor. My mother who instilled this passionate drive for harmony in me, painted this lighthouse and it found its place on our wall in Tokyo. The reliable flash, every 5 seconds, provides the comfort to a sailor like me, when passing the treacherous shoals hidden under the white crested waves. That is the closest depiction of what life is to me, and what guides me through it in times of trouble.
Not having a strong will to win can be tricky, because while lying awake in the quiet solitary hours of the night, it is easy to think: 'when the end comes it comes' and let go of all gritty spirit, feel like a small blink in the nightly skies, like a tiny fish in the wide ocean.
Its therefore important to take time to recharge, to re-establish 'the why', to stay focussed, stay the course and be strong......