CHRONIC HOPE #3: Cancer Complicates My Identity Issues

The life of a creature is in their blood.  Blood is the essence of who a person is.

By blood I am Greek.  By nationality I am a U.S. citizen.  By education I am a Spanish speaker.  By cultural experiences I resonate with my Middle Eastern neighbors of Dearborn, MI.  By faith I am a follower of Jesus the Messiah.

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My whole life I have dabbled in multiple worlds, cultures, languages, and social groupings.  I hover on borders, struggling to figure out where I fit in.  That’s why I became a Language and Culture Learning Coach.

That’s why I have identity issues.

Enter Cancer.

By blood I have a cancer diagnosis.  More specifically, chronic myeloid leukemia (CML) is cancer in my blood cells.  Ironically, the white blood cells that function to fight off disease have become diseased.

Someone advised early on,

Don’t let your cancer diagnosis define who you are.

That piece of wisdom has both haunted and inspired me for that last 20 years.

When cancer runs in your blood, how do you not let it effect who you are?

To complicate things even more, I am on a cutting edge, super-effective, immunotherapy treatment. No complaints there.  When I tell people I have cancer, they want to know: Am I a survivor? Am I in remission? or Am I still battling the disease?  YES!  I dabble in all of those things.  My treatment keeps me in remission, as long as I keep taking it, daily.  Forever.

In my blood, disease moves slowly.  It’s a lifelong chronic disease, which makes me a peripheral member of another group.  The Chronic Illness Group.  People with chronic illness spend a lifetime on meds, and suffer from their diseases for decades.  There’s no glory in chronic illness.  To find support and strength in a chronic struggle, it helps to own it.  To identify with others who struggle in a similar way.

Blood-Related Issues

This summer I will travel to the Old Country, Greece, with my parents, siblings, and kids, to share with my kids a sliver of their heritage—of the identity that runs in their blood.  We will kiss my aunties and meet another generation of cousins.  We will eat great food and connect with the passion, grit, and generosity of our people.  I will admit my shortcoming to learn, and to teach my kids, the Greek language.  Relatives will look at me through the sympathetic cancer lens and say I look good, considering my health issues.

While I don’t want to be defined by the disease in my blood, I also cannot deny that it hasn’t had a significant impact on who I am.  Cancer brings definition to my character.  And for that, I am grateful.

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Thankfully, YOU don’t have to have my issues to embrace the wonderful beauty of your design.

And together let’s learn to share in the struggles of others.

Because, cancer or not, we all have issues.

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This article was published in a series of articles for the Yemeni American News, July, 2019:

Georgia Coats is a Language & Culture Learning Coach, freelance writer, educator, wife, and mother of three who is passionate about healthy mind-body-spirit living.  Chronic Hope is Georgia’s collection of stories, lessons, and life adventures of living alongside chronic leukemia, cancer of the white blood cells, for two decades.  She often shares what’s on her mind at: www.onmymindbygeorgia.wordpress.com

 

Así Soy Yo: A verb of Identity

My three kids have been learning Arabic in school for the past 4-9 years.  But we recently moved and switched schools, and so they they no longer have such easy access to Arabic classes. So, because I’m a master at teaching small group Spanish classes…

We had our first Saturday morning family Spanish class:

Macro level analysis of a familiar text: Juan 14:6, a Bible verse that they have previously memorized in English.  We were looking at three ways Jesus identifies himself, as the Way (el camino), the Truth (la verdad), and the Life (la vida).
Micro level grammar: subject pronouns and identity verb in the first person “Yo soy”
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To finish off our lesson over pancakes, we listened to one of my favorite Spanish pop songs by the Colombian band Bomba Estéreo

🎶 SOY YO
TRANSLATION: I’m me.

I fell , I got up…
I failed, I found myself,
I lived and I learned…
The harder you get hit, the deeper the beat, yeah

MESSAGE: Be who you are no matter what others may think. 🤓

They lyrics are too fast for my very beginning Spanish students, but the chorus is clear and repetitive.

Y no te preocupes si no te aprueban

cuando te critiquen tu solo di:

Soy yo

Soy yo… soy soy soy

Soy yo… yo yo yo

Así soy yo

That’s how we roll Saturday morning at our house.  Because así soy yo–that’s how I am.

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(It also helps that I plan on bribing them with churros.)