Sunday, July 15, 2007
Fellowship of the...
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
Brian and I have been rewatching the Lord of the Rings movies on dvd. I haven't watched them with him before; I think the last time I saw them was some time late in 2004. I loved the films; I have both the theatrical releases and the extended versions on dvd. I have at least one of the soundtrack CDs. I have been to see "Lord of the Rings in Concert" which is performed with a slideshow of concept art from the movies. I also thoroughly embarrassed my friends Sarah and Danielle by knowing the actual poem recounting how many rings there are when we saw the display of art, props and costumes at the Museum of Science in Boston. ("Three rings for elven kings under the sky/Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone...")
Naturally, the way I see the world now is colored by experiences I didn't have then, so when Frodo and Gandalf talked about the burden of carrying the ring, I saw it quite differently and nearly wept. I actually clamped my hand over my mouth and tears streamed down my face.
I wondered if there was an analogy to be made between the burden of carrying the One Ring and with cancer. Frodo, through the course of the movies, becomes more and more worn down and exhausted. Galadriel comments at a pivotal moment in The Two Towers that Frodo is coming to understand that his quest will claim his life. I get more and more tired with each chemo treatment, and there are a limited number of chemotherapy drugs available. This disease might claim my life; it has certainly been irrevocably altered. Frodo takes pity on Gollum because he recognizes himself in the poor creature, and Gollum is the only one really understands fully how Frodo feels.
My disease differs from the One Ring in a very crucial sense: it is not self-aware. Cancer is horrible and sucks beyond all belief, but it is not inherently evil. It does not have purpose; it is a cellular aberration that medicine does not yet know how to fully deal with. I should be grateful that at least there aren't overtly malevolent forces at work; ringwraiths are not coming to kill me in my sleep.
Despite this, I occasionally get consumed by My Life as a Cancer Patient. Maybe if I let my neighbors know how tired I've been from chemotherapy, the homeowner's association will lighten up about the weeds in the front flower bed. Maybe if I have a candid discussion at work about what my level of endurance really is and how I often work from home and on weekends, people would be more understanding and less inclined to think of me as "unreliable." My assumption at the wedding a few weeks ago was that everybody was caught up in my cancer drama; maybe, like Todd and my friend Melissa have since pointed out, they're just really glad Brian didn't end up with somebody horrible and they're happy I'm a terrific person.
The other parts of the analogy work, though. Frodo assumes he is alone and tries to leave the Fellowship to go off by himself. Sam refuses to accept that as the appropriate course and clings to him. Brian has steadfastly refused to let me go on without support, and my friend Melissa reminds me that I, in fact, have a fellowship of my own. My friends and family--and even internet strangers--while not having the same experience I do, are pulling for me and that can make all the difference.
I wish my burden had never come to me, too, but all I can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to me. At least I don't have to do it alone.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
Brian and I have been rewatching the Lord of the Rings movies on dvd. I haven't watched them with him before; I think the last time I saw them was some time late in 2004. I loved the films; I have both the theatrical releases and the extended versions on dvd. I have at least one of the soundtrack CDs. I have been to see "Lord of the Rings in Concert" which is performed with a slideshow of concept art from the movies. I also thoroughly embarrassed my friends Sarah and Danielle by knowing the actual poem recounting how many rings there are when we saw the display of art, props and costumes at the Museum of Science in Boston. ("Three rings for elven kings under the sky/Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone...")
Naturally, the way I see the world now is colored by experiences I didn't have then, so when Frodo and Gandalf talked about the burden of carrying the ring, I saw it quite differently and nearly wept. I actually clamped my hand over my mouth and tears streamed down my face.
I wondered if there was an analogy to be made between the burden of carrying the One Ring and with cancer. Frodo, through the course of the movies, becomes more and more worn down and exhausted. Galadriel comments at a pivotal moment in The Two Towers that Frodo is coming to understand that his quest will claim his life. I get more and more tired with each chemo treatment, and there are a limited number of chemotherapy drugs available. This disease might claim my life; it has certainly been irrevocably altered. Frodo takes pity on Gollum because he recognizes himself in the poor creature, and Gollum is the only one really understands fully how Frodo feels.
My disease differs from the One Ring in a very crucial sense: it is not self-aware. Cancer is horrible and sucks beyond all belief, but it is not inherently evil. It does not have purpose; it is a cellular aberration that medicine does not yet know how to fully deal with. I should be grateful that at least there aren't overtly malevolent forces at work; ringwraiths are not coming to kill me in my sleep.
Despite this, I occasionally get consumed by My Life as a Cancer Patient. Maybe if I let my neighbors know how tired I've been from chemotherapy, the homeowner's association will lighten up about the weeds in the front flower bed. Maybe if I have a candid discussion at work about what my level of endurance really is and how I often work from home and on weekends, people would be more understanding and less inclined to think of me as "unreliable." My assumption at the wedding a few weeks ago was that everybody was caught up in my cancer drama; maybe, like Todd and my friend Melissa have since pointed out, they're just really glad Brian didn't end up with somebody horrible and they're happy I'm a terrific person.
The other parts of the analogy work, though. Frodo assumes he is alone and tries to leave the Fellowship to go off by himself. Sam refuses to accept that as the appropriate course and clings to him. Brian has steadfastly refused to let me go on without support, and my friend Melissa reminds me that I, in fact, have a fellowship of my own. My friends and family--and even internet strangers--while not having the same experience I do, are pulling for me and that can make all the difference.
I wish my burden had never come to me, too, but all I can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to me. At least I don't have to do it alone.
Labels: Brian, chemo, condominium, Danielle, Sarah, Todd
