F you, cancer. Thank you, CZ.

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By Janina Lagemann-Doné

This is the story of a horse and a diagnosis. The horse, Cayenne Z (CZ for short), is a 16.2 gelding I’d never met before. The diagnosis—a 6-centimeter tumor I didn’t know I had, called Hodgkin’s Lymphoma (cancer for short).

Which one came first, I don’t know. As CZ walked off the trailer, I was being wheeled into a biopsy. As my trainer texted “He’s here, and he’s great” I was being told in hushed voices by nurses “You’re sick, and it’s bad.” 

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Both the cancer and the horse were, in their own ways, unexpected. I’m 28 – too young for cancer, and “too old” (no such thing) to chase a childhood fantasy I’d almost forgotten about completely, leasing a horse of my very own. 

I rode in high school and loved it. I was a total barn rat, worked for my lessons and most days just got on whatever horse was around and in need of a ride. It was my whole world, my biggest passion… until one day it just wasn’t. College happened, career happened. Horses didn’t.

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In retrospect, I can now see clearly that riding never actually went away completely. After all, it was horses that made my college and career path possible. The money I made mucking stalls as a kid helped pay for my loans later on. And one of the barn dads who stood ringside while I taught his daughter to keep her heels down at the trot is the same person who got my foot in the door at my first job.

Fast forward to 2020. A full decade since my last ride. Desperate for a hobby or something (anything), I decided to get back in the saddle. It was a school horse on a Saturday afternoon that, just like that, pulled me out of a pre-diagnosis pandemic-induced “emotional slump.” One that—knowing what I know now—was really a form of depression. 

It’s safe to say that the theme of horses shaping and saving my life is not a recent development. It just turns out to some of life’s patterns are best seen from the back of a horse. Back to CZ… 

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My treatment plan, 12 sessions of chemo infusions over 6 months, coincided with a little over 6 months of a shareboard agreement with CZ. Though the question of whether I’d have the energy to take on a half-lease while dealing with the physical exhaustion of treatment did cross my mind briefly, I decided without much debate that I would do both horse care and health care in the way they began—at the same time.

At the barn, I wasn’t a patient. I was a rider like everybody else. Even on days when I forgot to remove my hospital bracelet before hopping on or couldn’t do up my own girth because of healing stitches, I was treated as the strong, competent rider I am. This is a testament to my awesome trainers who create such an inclusive environment amid a notoriously competitive sport.

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I found that I never felt sick while counting strides. That I didn’t ever worry about my thinning hair when wearing a helmet. And that it was impossible to feel sadness or self-pity while patting my horse.

There is some science to this, I’ve since learned. Doctors say the most effective way to fight chemo-induced fatigue is to perform light exercise. Although I wouldn’t call getting CZ moving off my leg a “light” exercise, it certainly did the trick. Furthermore, out of a rather short list of animals deemed therapeutic by psychologists, horses make the cut. Of course, they do.

Last month, while pulling up the pebbled driveway to the barn I got a phone call and learned that I’m in remission. Next month, CZ heads down that same road, out to Ohio and back to his owner like the lease terms outlined. 

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Both his arrival and upcoming departure have been a vivid reminder that life with horses is a charmed life indeed. Riding through the worst time in my life made it one of the best times of my life. 

F you, cancer. Thank you, CZ.


Janina is a Chicago-based brand strategist and amateur equestrian. After an unplanned decade-long break from the sport, Janina got back in the saddle at a time when she needed it most – and there’s no turning back for her now.