The One in Which I (Loosely) Explain Ninja Warriors and Why I Think I'm Eligible

Thanksgiving Day is nearly upon us, and I know many people are writing with excitement about the upcoming debauchery celebrations of gratitude. I'm going to buck the trend right now because:
1) In 3 more days, I'll surrounded by some of my closest people in the whole world, and if I start thinking about right now, I'll probably cry for 96 hours straight. And I know there'll be enough tears between us all on Thursday to end the drought in CA. (Hey, somebody get on that! I came up with a brilliant plan to end the drought!)

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2) I woke up with something else on my mind, and that's how these blog posts originate.  It's a very complicated process. You see...I think about something, and I think about it some more, and then I start writing.

(Hint: It's not complicated at all.)

Lately, I've been thinking about Ninja Warriors. For some reason, I zeroed in on that image early on in my cancer fight and have stuck with it, but truth be told....I really didn't know very much about them!  And as a self-professed history geek, that's not acceptable. Who were the original Ninja Warriors, and does it even make sense to call myself a MFBCFNW?

Okay,  just to clarify, I'm talking straight up Ninja Warriors - not Ninja Turtles or Power Rangers or any of the other video game/comic NOT REAL characters out there. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, but we're not talking about Comic-Con here.) And I don't even mean American Ninja Warriors...Although they are real and exceptionally badass.  Side note: If you are luddite and haven't seen this video clip of the first Female American Ninja Warrior to qualify for the National finals, you are REQUIRED to watch this video clip at some point. You can wait and come back to it, but trust me. She is a badass athlete!

I knew that Ninja Warriors were not Super Heroes. And I knew that they really had no Super Powers. (So, I was on the right track.) I did some research on real Ninja Warriors. There is a LOT that I'm leaving out....and forgive me if I get some facts not exactly right! #freepass! (Like I always say, "Google That Shit!" if you want to know more!)

But just a little backstory for you non-history geeks who aren't gonna google shit: References to Japanese Ninja Warriors date back a 1,000 years, although evidence suggests that they didn't officially start to train them until the ~15th century. The ninjas were real people, fighting real wars, but they were different from the samurai because samurai conducted themselves by a strict set of rules and standards of honor. Ninjas specialized in covert operations and mercenary tactics and general badass-ery. (That last word might not be a real word...but it should be.)

But I want to focus on a few things that make me feel like I am qualified to call myself - and anyone who has/is battling cancer - a Ninja Warrior.

• Ninja Warriors are stealthy. The legend persists that ninjas wore all black clothes including a black mask. But Ninjas would really wear whatever they had to in order to sneak up on their enemy. Actually, mostly they wore navy blue because it didn't contrast so starkly with moonlight. True story. Cancer patients also have to adapt their attire to prepare for their fight.

So, yoga pants and track jackets are a good choice.

Hospital gowns and bandanas are even sneakier.

It's important for the technicians to have easy access to whatever they need to administer your treatment. In my case, that means nothing obstructing my head or neck, so they can easily clip on the Mask of Horror. I don't, however, have to wear a gown, so yoga pants rock for me!

Those cancer cells would never expect you to be as BADASS as you really are in those outfits!

• Ninja Warriors did not always work alone. They were trained in carrying each other on their backs or creating a human wall to lift one up to greater heights. Cancer patients have a team of doctors, nurses, technicians, family, and friends fighting along with them. But now we're getting into Thursday's theme, and I don't want to start crying now. So, I'll leave it at this: In the Ninja Warrior world - NO ONE FIGHTS ALONE! 

• Ninja Warriors used a wide array of tools to reach their goals. While fighting cancer, whether it's chemotherapy, radiation, exercise, nutrition...cancer patients know we have things to help us reach our ultimate goal. Let's hear a: "Woot!" for modern medicine...and a return to common sense healthy habits like avoiding toxic chemicals in your home and food!

• In the movies, t.v. shows, and computer games, Ninja Warriors mostly rely on their physical strength. But in reality, Ninjas greatly valued another key to success: their mind.

Heishichiro Okuse — perhaps the foremost authority on ninjutsu and the author of four books — wrote his last work on the subject, Hidden Ninjutsu: The Secret Thoughts and Strategies of the Ninja. According to him, they regarded nothing as impossible and scientifically applied brain power to every problem they encountered. He regards the nonphysical aspects of ninjutsu as the key to a successful career.

I have taken to making paper ninja stars, which can't do much physical damage except if you throw one of them into someone's eye. (Kiddies, in case this is not clear: I'm specifically saying NOT to do that!) In that case, they would really hurt. OWIE! My ninja stars represent things and people that I rely on to help me - even though they can not physically be there at the moment.

They're a mental reminder of all that I have around & within me,
and I hold them close to my heart during all my radiation treatments.

I guess I first believed I needed to be a Ninja Warrior because Brain Cancer is the scariest, most formidable, ...and (#nobullshit here) deadliest enemy that I have ever faced. And I have no choice. I can't turn and run the opposite direction, and it will just go away. I can't go to my "Happy Place", and all will be restored to normal (although a nap is a beautiful thing). Steven and I are making decisions that are life or death. And it's scary as hell. We have to believe that nothing is impossible and scientifically apply our brain power to every problem we encounter.

The only way to defeat it is to go through the pain, through the fear. Failure is a possible outcome, but quitting is not an option. I have to be a BADASS. I might not look like it in my yoga pants and track jacket, with half my hair fallen out...but that's just part of my stealthy master Ninja Warrior plan. And there is not evidence (that I could find on the interwebs) that Ninja Warriors never got grumpy and/or cried.

And that my friends, is why I believe Cancer Patients & Survivors have earned the right to call themselves Mother Fuckin* Ninja Warriors. 

*MF is totally optional because some of you have boundaries about cursing that are different than mine. And that's totally fuckin' okay! #freepass #nofilter <fist bump!>

Love, 

June Xoxoxo

The One in Which I Reveal that George Washington was a MF Ninja Warrior

I woke up this morning, in bed with my arms around my Schmoopy, to the sound of rain drops falling softly against the window. And I was immediately transported back to a memory of laying in a pop-up camper with my family and hearing the rain drops plop on the canvas sides and the breath of my siblings beside me and my parents across the way. And it was so vivid.

I don't have a picture of our actual camper.I 'm sure my mom has many. I don't remember us having propane underneath. Other than that, it seems pretty accurate.

It's weird how the brain retains things, and how they are retrieved instantly from a smell or a taste or sound. Let's face it. The brain is weird. Magical. Powerful. Mysterious. and Weird. Which I guess is my round-about apology for this rambling post...

Today's radiation/chemo will mark the halfway mark of my current treatment regimen. I've learned a lot lessons from fellow Ninja Warriors out there that have seen battles with cancer, but one of the wisest is: Your journey is your own journey. Sounds simple, but it has given me a great deal of perspective after I first attempted to google"GBM" and got all freaked out.  Remember that? (Warning: Absolutely No Unicorns or Rainbows Contained in this Post (sort of)
Thank you to all the Ninja Warriors that helped through that particular hissy fit difficult time.

When I first got my prognosis, another wise Ninja Warrior (Bethany McIvor!) suggested that we google "GMB Survivors". I wasn't ready then, but I am now. Remember, kiddies, how I said we're all on our journeys? But this is a great lesson in how important keywords are when searching the internet.  Entering the keyword "tea party" will yield you VERY different results than entering in "tea party food ideas". These things are important to know because it would be very shocking and disappointing  for some Tea Party lobbyist to arrive at this:

Hint: Sometimes things end up in my blog just because they make me giggle to think about them. Giggling is a good thing.

P.S. I have lots of other lessons about google, but I'll save them for later...unless I get that inevitable communication from their lawyers.

So, I took a deep breath and googled that shit yesterday: "GBM Survivors". And yes, it contained (some) of the information that I was avoiding: The survival rate for GBM is... <June sticks pointer fingers in her ears> "La la la la...not listening!" But this time, I sucked it up and looked at the actual numbers. I already KNEW them, kinda-sorta. It just confirmed the whole Outlier thingy I've talked about it. That wasn't what I was looking for anyway. I was looking for WHO survived and WHAT they are doing.

I know that there are no secret recipes or cures, especially for the particularly nasty variety of Cranium-Threatening Bastard Thugs that are in my brain.... I realize that "cranium" isn't really the right word, but I can't think of a really good synonym for brain?" Oh! I know!!! How 'bout "gray matter"?

Okay, so henceforth, I do decree that they (the fucking tumor cells in my brain) will be referred to as Gray-Matter Threatening Bastard Thugs!  I'll just call them Bastard Thugs for short. But y'all will know what I'm talking about now, k?

Ninja Warrior attacking actual Bastard Thugs (GBM cells) with ninja stars! Fuckin' Awesome, right?!

Anyway, this is some of what I took away from my initial search for Stage 4 GBM Survivors is:
1) They exist! Yay! They're not unicorns! (Whoops! Sorry, kiddies! Ignore that last part.)
2) There are Mother Fuckin' Brain Cancer Fighting Ninja Warriors who are Long Term Survivors (LTS)!
Check this LTS ninja out: Cheryl Broyles's Inspirational GBM Brain Tumor Survivor Story
3) Knowledge is power. If I want to be a Long Term Survivor, I have to ACT like one.
Anyone who knows me knows this: I'm not quitter. I'm going to research and train and use my body, soul, and mind in this fight.

Sorry to break the news to you all, but this was a big a-ha for me (But remember what I said, kiddies: knowledge is power!):

4) This is only the first battle. This is an all-out war, and there will be more battles. There will be more treatment cycles and more battle scars.

The Good News: We don't have to think about them today. We don't even know what they are! What a waste of time and energy - and I can't afford to waste either of these things.

Because I'm a history geek, a thought that keeps running through my head are stories my father sometimes tells (fellow history geek! fist bump!) about George Washington during the Revolution War. Did you know that he lost more battles than he won in the war? And he had many close calls that could have ended his life.  (You'll have to ask my dad for the specifics. He's much better at telling those stories!) But it's obvious that George Washington was a Ninja Warrior, too!

Google truly failed me this time. The best I could to was a GW vs. Zombies pic.Which is also pretty bitchin'!

Although I couldn't find confirmation of it on the internet, I'm pretty sure GW's battle cry at Yorktown was, "Die, you Mother Fuckin' Bastard Thugs"

P.S. Did you know that I went to George Washington University, and I lived in Washington Crossing, Pennsylvania for a time in my life?

Coincidence, or something more?