I don’t want to talk about cancer all the time, yet it pervades so much of what I share here. I expect the new year to bring a shift into more expansive writing. Here’s why:
At this time last year, I was settling into the cycles of chemo. The grief of diagnosis gave way to an urge to reconnect with myself and my community. Although treatment and my body’s healing still demanded much of my time throughout the year, I gradually sunk into connecting with my passions and giving what I had to offer. Over time, I spent more energy being me than worrying about cancer.
“No Self stands alone. Behind it stretches an immense chain of physical and—as a special class within the whole—mental events, to which it belongs as a reacting member and which it carries on.”
Erwin Schrödinger, My View of the World
I have found throughout the last year that cancer has undeniably shaped me and yet not become the sole definition of who I am, as I once feared it would. I don’t push away or deny cancer as part of my identity. I like to think I’ve been learning how to let cancer identity take the space it needs, no more and no less. In doing so, I’ve also found the parts of me that shine—an outdoor enthusiast, an active person, an art lover, an educator, and a designer. Oddly, as I’ve seen these parts, I’ve been drawn to the simple question of “who am I,” exactly? Like the Earth shifting from season to season, the “I” is so constantly in motion with the world around it that the question is not so simple.
As I tried to answer this question and connect with the threads woven throughout my life, I observed how the cancer thread integrates with them. I wish these threads wove into a tight braid because that would be an easy and narratively clean answer to that “who am I” question. In reality, these threads loosen into a fabric lovingly woven with odds, ends, and beginnings—an “I” entwined with a messy whole. First, I find I cannot be defined by cancer alone, nor by any single part. So, while cancer happened to me and the self which sits here today has undoubtedly been shaped by the experience, I am still me. Second, there is no single identity in cancer. For each person, cancer’s impact takes a different shape. I notice that while I have the same experiences as others in the community, there is much I don’t relate to also. I am still that piece of fabric so different than the others and still sharing threads. Instead of denying this new part of my identity, I allowed it in, which has led to healing and for myself to come forth. In this healing, I have affirmed that I love being outdoors, moving, preparing food to share, learning, and helping others to learn by designing experiences. These activities have happily appeared throughout my life and have made me feel settled in who I am.
“There is no single entity whose identity is changeless. All things are constantly changing. Nothing endures forever or contains a changeless element called a ‘self.'”
Thich Nhat Hanh, Thundering Silence: Sutra on Knowing the Better Way to Catch a Snake
As I’ve dove more into systems practice, the most astounding realization of the year has surfaced. Since I was a teenager, a piece of advice has clung to me: If you want to change the world, you must first change yourself. Before 2022, I interpreted this to mean that one needed to be perfect before entering into service work for others. If you know me, you know I didn’t take this entirely literally, but it still nagged at me and led me toward constant self-improvement. It’s only been over the last few seasons that I’ve understood how simply changing oneself changes the larger whole one is part of. As the fabric of the self changes, it pulls on the threads of the entire universe. Likewise, as the cancer experience integrates, it shifts the other parts of me and all to which I am connected.
So, I see how I have been shaped by every experience that has brought my consciousness here, and no one else shares that. This experience—reaching back to eternity—makes a self so incredibly unique and at once impossible without the whole. As I shift like the seasons, I change my future and all I am connected to. It sounds grandiose, but with the perspective of my size in the immensity of time and space, it also seems remarkably insignificant.
All this reflection and what I want to say is I’ll write more over the coming year as I continue to explore. I’m unsure if I’ll share it on this blog, but if I do and you follow me, you will likely find more stories and thoughts without cancer as a feature.
For now, know that I am recovering well from surgery (a colon and liver resection). My bowels have pulled through for me and are 95% up to pre-surgery function—amazing. I have a big scar running through my abdomen, and I am excited for summer weather to show it off. I’ll hopefully have another surgery in the next few months for the rest of my liver. If all goes well, I’ll be able to ease back into doing those things I love more full-time and reliably.
Kat Dornian 