It’s been a year and a few months since my last treatment. "Cancer-free" for now. You’d think that after such a milestone, life would fall back into place, that I’d bounce back stronger, fitter, and more determined than ever. But, as usual, my body had other plans. And to add insult to injury, instead of losing weight like most people do during cancer treatment or when they start exercising, I’ve managed to gain it. Go figure.
I got back to volleyball. Returning to the court felt like a milestone checked off. The familiar rhythm of the game, the sound of the ball hitting the floor, the camaraderie with my teammates—even if I missed half the balls—it’s been the first step to getting my life back. But outside of volleyball? Well, let’s just say I haven’t exactly been winning any fitness awards.
So, when I accidentally (or maybe it was fate?) stumbled across a Facebook post about We Can Row Boston, I felt a flicker of hope. For those who don’t know, WeCanRow is a program that supports cancer survivors through rowing. Yes, rowing—and yes, specifically cancer survivors. As in, sitting in a boat, gliding across the water, and pretending I’m in some kind of inspirational sports movie. And, I thought, if these aren’t ultra-athletic fitness fanatics but people like me, recovering from treatments, I might actually stand a chance, given my current fitness level...
I decided to try my luck and reached out. To my surprise, I heard back within a day. The email was warm and encouraging, but it also came with a list of requirements: paperwork, a doctor’s note, and—wait for it—a swim test. A swim test. Because apparently, rowing involves water (who knew?).
The training for newbies starts in March, which gives me just enough time to get my ducks in a row (pun absolutely intended). I’m equal parts excited and terrified. Excited because this feels like a new beginning, a chance to reclaim my body and my confidence. Terrified because, well, what if I can’t do it? What if I’m not strong enough? What if, as soon as I step on the boat and tie in my sneakers, the boat tips over and I go down with it?
But then I remind myself: If I can beat stage-three aggressive cancer, I can probably handle a little rowing. And if not? Well, at least I’ll have a good story to tell.
So here’s to new beginnings, to trying something completely out of my comfort zone, and to proving to myself that I’m stronger than I think. Even if I do gain a few more pounds in the process.
Stay tuned.
