When Did My Butt Become Public?

Cancer Diary 11/25/19

When did my butt become public property? The very sphincter that controls what comes out. The one they are trying to save. It began the moment the doctor’s words, “Squamous cell carcinoma,” ripped the “Before” away from the “After.” I was left in a place between the two. The fragments of the mosaic of what I knew to be my life swirled all around, and the wet kindness of the doctor’s eyes was all that held me in the molded plastic chair.

Or perhaps it began when I was suspended in my nervous mother’s amniotic fluids as my body built its first defenses: an immune system that erupted into ulcerative colitis when I was 10 years old. It has been a journey of probing and hospitalizations and pain and humiliation as I was unable to count on the basic stability of managing my own poop. It has now been 55 years of my bowel running front line defense and mistakenly attacking itself. An inflammation history that heightens the risk factors for having a difficult time and permanent after-effects from the treatment that now lies before me.

But colitis has also been my tour guide for finding my way through fear and anxiety, to restoring wellness and healing trauma. I’ve done it well.  Well enough to hold the hands of others and help them to their healing. The journey through fear and terror into love and aliveness requires navigational skills it has been my privilege—and my job—to share. Skills I now have to apply to myself. Once again. Apparently the lifetime of colitis wasn’t enough.

I’ve found that the journey to wellbeing is largely about discovering the ways in which it’s already here. As I take my first steps in this new direction, healing is showing up in a deepening connection with others who are able to meet me in this new and vulnerable place: this now. In feeling the doctor’s love as he put his awkward hand on my shoulder. In my husband Ron’s unwavering presence beside me as he makes this our journey: “We’re in this together. We’ll get through this.”

I’ll be able to leave the allure of the terrifying future and scramble my way back to the present if I allow myself to be held in the arms of support from every resource I can access, within and without. One of my resources is writing. So that’s what makes my anus public. If I can dredge up, summon, discover some compassion for this body part that is used as an insult. As in, “You asshole Nicola, why did you skip last year’s colonoscopy?” Then I will be in better shape to show up for all the shit coming my way.


4 thoughts on “When Did My Butt Become Public?”

  1. Oh my gosh Nicola! You’re writing is spectacular! Really!!!
    Including the touches of humor dancing with the vulnerability and unknown.
    I can’t imagine what it feels like to have a sudden diagnosis like this enter your life. But you are adept at painting a pretty thorough picture for us.
    And just know your support team safety net is spread far and wide and is here for you and your public anus !
    And just so you know I make the best soups!
    Sending Love and a big, silent, still, breathing together hug.

  2. Shameless promotion is working well for you. And we, your adoring fans, can’t wait to read the next Nichola installment. Congratulations on your good news. The not-having-spread bit makes us very happy.

  3. Two bits of good news and a riveting story to boot! All thoughts on you and your butt, Nic. 1000 hugs. Oh and I make a mean soup too!
    Sending a shit load of love!


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