Unlike most people’s January, September has always
represented for me a time of change – even years before Cancer. Maybe it is the change in the air as autumn
sneaks its way in. Or maybe its conditioning
left over from childhood and new school years starting always in September. I don’t know – but I do know that a lot of
major life events that I have had or major decisions I have made have often
been in September. September 8, 2014 was
an especially important day as it was the last day of my Radiation Treatments.
As a quick recap, from February 6, 2014 to September 8, 2014
I had surgery to have a tumor removed from my left breast as well as a second incision
to remove and test Lymph Nodes (which tested positive for Cancer) then 4 months
of Chemotherapy followed by VERY LITTLE recovery time to prepare my body for 30
rounds of Radiation Therapy. Then I was
prescribed 5 years worth of Tamoxifen, which is a hormone receptor blocker that
has its own set of wonderful menopause-like side effects – Hot flashes, fatigue,
mood swings, etc. It wasn’t my best
year, to say the least.
When I think about it – two years is wild – I mean, to me it
still feels like yesterday. One would
assume that after two years I would be back to the thriving butterfly I once
was, dancing and singing the nights away at Karaoke bars or having Wine
Wednesdays with the girls – you know, all of the fun things I USED to be able
to do. I see it in other Cancer sisters –
they appear to be fully recovered. And
maybe they are – physically. But I
wonder about the emotional and mental recovery. It is very tempting to smile on the outside
while we hurt or are afraid on the inside.
There was psychological support for a while for me – a counselor, a
support group – but I kind of drifted away from that. I mean, I thought I was healed – but there are
so many emotions that happen now and thoughts after going through an ordeal
like Cancer. Fear. Anger. Grief for the
life we should have had. Our thoughts don’t instantly stop when treatment does.
Then I speak with
others who are like me – dealing with severe physical ‘leftovers’ and trying desperately
to find the right product, the right drug or naturalpath or acupuncturist –
Trying everything we can to get some
relief. Dealing with families or friends
that don’t understand the reality that Cancer treatment can, and often does
leave behind some painful reminders in our bodies and our souls. Reminders of who I was before Cancer.
Reminders of my limitations now.
Reminders of the fact that I will never be the same as I was and that I
need to accept a new normal.
I was hopeful about the two-year mark… way back then. The two-year mark in the Breast Cancer world is
when you are expected to be “healed” – back to normal for some – but some of us
didn’t get to go back to the way things were. Some of us are fighting uphill battles to
manage the more permanent effects of Cancer treatment. I feel as though if this pain was going to
subside, it would have by now and I fear that I must learn to live with it. All of my stubbornness, my strength, my guts
and glory – all the things that kept me going throughout my treatment – they can
not make my nerve damage heal. They can
not stop the pain.
So this is where I am at in my battle with the Big C – while
it didn’t destroy me, it damaged me (perhaps beyond repair) and I am still trying
to learn to accept this new reality ahead of me instead of fighting it. I need
to accept my limitations and to try not to feel so guilty about my body’s
restrictions. When I first got
diagnosed, I was adamant that this was NOT going to change my life! I would not let it hold me down. I believed that I would handle treatment like
a boss, then after it was finished I would go back to my awesome life. Man was I wrong!
I believe acceptance
is the first step towards finding peace in my new normal and getting out under
the poor-me moments, which I regret to inform you, have been quite frequent
these days. Sadly though, that
acceptance is proving to be much easier said than done. I don’t WANT to feel pain and fear. I don’t WANT to be a burden on my family and
bail on my friends. I don’t WANT to
accept my new reality – I want my old one back – The one where I had the
blessings of good health and freedom from
pain and fatigue.
But I am trying to accept it… Slowly. And I thank God for bringing me my loving
husband and my amazing friends who are there for me, in any way they can, helping
me every step of the way, one day at a time.
Baby Steps :)