This Is My True Face Of Cancer................................
Commercials show us what we should think cancer looks
like. We see facilities, treatment
centers, sick children, people with no hair, people talking about drug
therapies. I have had cancer twice now
and those faces aren’t my face. I’m a
daughter, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a friend, a mother in law, a
coworker, a neighbor. You see me in the
grocery store, the bank, the department store, the pet store. You drive the streets and highways near and
around me. You may have sat next to me
in an airplane and started a conversation with me or totally ignored me. You may have stopped for me while I was in a
crosswalk, or I for you. I am a
person. I have all my hair. When you see me, I look fine on the
outside. It is my insides that have
rebelled against me and are trying to cut my life short. I was told I was cured the first time when I
was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2005, and I believed I was cured. I beat breast cancer and I did not look
back. I was proud, I was strong, I moved
forward with my life.
Then one day everything changed in a blink of an eye,
although if you are waiting on test results during the holidays like I was, it
was forever and then not forever. I went
from walking three miles 2-3 times per week this summer, to not even being able
to walk up my own stairs at home without being out of breath. I called 911 because something was not right
in my body, however I was not sure what.
I was dizzy, out of breath, nauseous, coughing, and gagging. I felt silly calling 911 because I really had
a rough couple of weeks beforehand and I really thought I was having some type
of mini melt down. I had broken my foot,
put our beloved pooch Neil to sleep, and rushed Oliver the cat, to the
vets. However my body was speaking to me
and the voices only got louder.
I thought they would send me to a psycologist and then send
me home because I was being just foolish.
In a blink of an eye everything changed though. They ended up finding nodules in my lungs and
my left lung was full of fluid (1.2 liters to be exact). All of the sudden now I was being admitted to
the hospital and not because I was crazy, something was very terribly
wrong. The ER lung doctor came in while
I was waiting for my room and apologetically informed me I had lung
cancer. What?!? Wait!
I had no biopsies what in the world was she talking about?!? Even questioning her, she was insistent that
I had lung cancer. Oh boy, now I am in a
total tail spin. In a blink of an eye,
it all happened so fast.
I’m in my room now which will be my residence for the
following three days. The next morning
the doctor on duty paid me a visit. I
asked her at once about my lung cancer.
She told me they didn’t know if I had cancer or not. I told her the ER doctor was insistent that I
did have lung cancer. As she squirmed in
the chair in front of my bed, she insisted they were unsure of what was going
on with me and that I needed the fluid drained from my lung and biopsied to
determine what was going on. Whew! I didn’t have lung cancer after all! I just had an idiot doctor that scared the
crap out of me for no good reason at all.
Next in comes one of the oncologists from my former
oncologist’s practice. He informed me
that he let my oncologist know I was in the hospital and he wanted to do a
breast exam on me. What?!? This should have been my first clue that all
the sane doctors upstairs suspected my breast cancer had returned and the
downstairs doctors thought I was crazy with lung cancer. However in this instant, I felt like a breast
exam was fine because I was fine and I had no lumps or bumps, those days were
well behind me and everything checked out just fine. I never gave it a second thought. He did reassure me that should it turn out
that I had cancer, they had me covered and had a treatment plan all ready for
me if need be. That was very reassuring,
however more and more I was thinking I was going to be okay. Then the lung doctor came in to see me. He could hear the fluid in my lungs and he told
me I would feel so much better once they got it out. That sounded great to me. I was ready.
However all of this started on a Friday and unless they had a lung
emergency over the weekend, I would have to wait until Monday to have this
procedure. I am not one to wish ill
(especially that someone else can’t breathe) so I could move things along, so I
just sat in my hospital room waiting and thinking I probably didn’t have cancer
after all. I will pray just the same,
that I don’t.
I waited nine days for those results. I was tired and anxious, however I was ready
to get on with it all. In the end it
turns out I do have breast cancer again.
It has metastasized to my lungs.
And after one of those fun PET/CT scans, it was revealed I also have
breast cancer on my bones too. Yes, in a
blink of an eye things do change. I
thought… I have had breast cancer before, and I beat it! I can do it again! I will do it again! Then I go in for my meeting with the
oncologist to discuss my treatment. And
in a blink of an eye I went from rah, rah go team! To hearing my doctor say, my cancer is not
curable. Huh?!? How can that be? I guess instead of telling you that you have
terminal cancer, they now tell you that you are not curable. There is a lot of research being done each
and every day for all types of cancer, so there is hope that one day I can be
cured. I just need to get through
treatments and hope they can stabilize my cancer and also stay alive long
enough to be able to benefit from a cure.
I am going fight……………….. after all I’m a daughter, a wife, a
mother, a grandmother, a friend, a mother in law, a coworker, a neighbor and
these people are all depending on me to fight like hell. However most of all, I am depending on me to
fight and fight hard. I will get my
affairs in order, but cancer don’t mistake that for giving up. I am a fighter and I am a survivor and cancer
can’t take that away from me. Holy cow,
in a blink of an eye everything changed and now I am fighting for my life. I won the first battle with cancer, however apparently cancer has decided to wage a full blown out war on me. Bring it, because I am not going down without a fight!
Comments
Big Hugs
Dan
As I sat here and read this I am still in shock, although probably not as much as you are.
I will put you on the prayer list.
You got this, and we are here.
Always your friend.
I am here to say that doctors do not have the last say, God does. He is a healer, and I believe that. Take care and God Bless You.
I am so sorry to hear. May you continue to have the strength to fight this fight
and know that you have many people that are praying for you and your family!
You will continue to be in my thoughts and prayers.
I am so sorry to hear of the battle you are facing. There is nothing too big for our God and I pray that he is wrapping his comforting arms around you and giving you the strength you need as you go forward. I am praying for you everyday and know that our Lord is a great Healer. Put on the whole armour of God and know that you have prayer warriors praying on your behalf.
If you have a comfy blanket, be sure to use it a lot. I have found mine to be very comforting in tough times. Along with my recliner and puppy dog. :-)
xoxo,
Marilyn