It has been 6 months since treatment ended and nearly a year since my diagnosis. It’s crazy to know that this time last year, I thought I was healthy. Only, I wasn’t. And, I didn’t feel healthy. Once a triathlete, lover of anything active outdoors, I could hardly talk myself into taking my kids to the park I was so tired every day. I thought this was the life of parenting two young boys. I never regained energy back after having my youngest son and thought everyone must feel like this. So, I forced myself to walk and cycle to work each day. That old saying that exercise will give you more energy did not seem to be working, but still, I tried. I only work a mile from home, it’s not like it was extreme exercise or anything.
I think about that time and how tired I was and in retrospect, I can pinpoint exactly when my symptoms appeared and it was even a year before then! That sore throat that was supposed to be allergies, or a cold, or post nasal drip...So, how long had I had cancer before diagnosis? I will never know for sure. But I do know that I lived with it for over a year at minimum.
But now, thankfully that time is a memory. Well, it would be a memory if I actually could remember anything. Chemo brain is real. Or maybe it’s the radiation to my head. Realistically, both are so damaging to the body.
My memory is so shot that names, days of the week, the month, and sometimes the year are hard to recall. And don’t get me started on that word I can’t remember...But truthfully, I am lighthearted about the memory loss feeling a kinship to Dory, the fish. She was so happy and her memory loss only affected those around her, not her, so sorry (husband) about that! I do live more in the moment now, which for me is such a sweet gift since I am unable to multi-task as I once did. I am not sure if this will be a permanent side effect or life-long but I don’t worry about it, I am appreciating the slower lifestyle for now.
But cancer is still a common thought in my mind although I wish it weren’t. Sincere comments on my looks are a daily reminder of what I endured to look “so healthy” or be “so thin”. If only my insides matched my outside appearance. I would gladly take back my puffy face and 35 pounds lost if it meant I didn’t have to feel the constant tightness in my neck and shoulders or if I could turn my head to the left without my voicebox being constricted. It would also be awesome to have my salivation return. I would love to eat food without a glass of water on standby in case I choke. And, chewing gum while teaching is a bit hypocritical for my students for whom gum is not allowed. And the PTSD...
The PTSD felt by this diagnosis and following treatment is real and not only felt by me but also by my husband as I am discovering more as time goes on. I can only imagine how terrifying it was to be a helpless bystander to my treatment after watching our daughter die. Quite honestly, the emotional effects are probably a bit lighter for me because of all the anxiety and pain meds I was prescribed, I don't really remember much of it-except the pain. The fear of a sunburn on my neck is enough for me to invest in hats as my favorite outdoor accessory for life. And EMDR therapy is my new best friend. (I highly recommend it,)
But life is full of life now, even amidst the side effects and trauma. Each day I wake my first thought is of my neck because the skin tightens overnight and I have to stretch it out and massage oil into it, but I do so lovingly. I still thank my missing lymph nodes daily as I rub the scar that looks more like a wrinkle now. But my second thought after my neck is that life is (still) good. It has been hard, terrifying, heartbreaking at times but I am still alive. I am so grateful.
Returning to work has been amazing although exhausting. I wish I could have afforded a bit more time off to heal. But in returning, I have eased my way back into teaching and although I am not doing so or ready to yet, I hope to be fully ready come August. And family time is richer now, knowing that for a time I could only listen from my bed as Chris laid them down each night. Now I get to participate again and I have never loved bedtime so much. And friends. My energy doesn’t allow much for socializing yet, and I do miss events from exhaustion or take a few days to recover when I do attend, but it is so worth it. Every day to wake up alive is so beautiful. Even the hard moments when I hate cancer, I remember to send my body love and gratitude for all it has endured.
I feel like I should celebrate the day that I was diagnosed. Although that day and that moment was beyond terrifying, it was an awakening to yet another life, another opportunity to do differently, and remember life’s fragility as was so apparent after our daughter died. It has become yet another chance to be sure that I am living the life I want and being a person I am proud of. And, I am. I have survived a LOT, so much that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone but I still wake up and smile. I still want to live life fully. I still have more to do here.
So, here I am. Living life full of life. And once my energy FULLY returns, you better watch out! You thought I did a lot before cancer, I have so much more to do!!
Until then, I am still healing. They warned me to expect to recover and heal for at least a year after treatment and it appears I am right on course. In the meantime, I continue to take care of my body, my mind, my soul and connect with that which is beautiful in life by LIVING. It isn’t easy, is a constant choice, but a choice so gladly made.
Life is (still) good.
I got a CLEAR scan!!
I went back to work.
I spent the last 5 months HEALING.
I have been mostly SILENT.
I can’t tell you why, I am not even sure myself. I do know that I felt tired of talking, thinking, breathing cancer, its treatments and their side effects. I spent the first 12 weeks after radiation/chemo in as much pain as when I was undergoing treatment, so I felt like there wasn’t much to report. I was tired of feeling pain and certainly didn’t want to illuminate it.
I wanted to heal. I focused on healing. I pushed myself back into life so that my body would remember how to live.
But, no writing.
I couldn’t write. It was too soon to reflect. The PTSD too real.
And, I no longer sat in my bed all day. In fact, I probably should’ve sat in my bed a little bit longer, but I couldn’t! I craved life. I craved fresh air. I craved nature. I craved me and remembering the person I was before I became “patient”. My days were still full with 1-2 appts a day.
I was grateful for all the support that carried me through that hellish time yet equally resentful that even with treatment ending I still didn’t get to REST. But, I continued to go with an open heart because I knew it was best for me.
And then, the PET scan. In true “me” fashion, I sent my husband to work and went by myself. I didn’t announce the date coming so I could truly be present in the moment. I wanted to silently reflect on the last 6 months since the original scan, to appreciate how far I had travelled and to marvel at the beauty that this trauma has provided. I was very clear that no amount of praying or mindfulness would change the result, but I held steadfast in the belief that it would be clear. It had to be clear. The doctors said they could cure this cancer. I walked through fire to get to the other side. It had to be clear.
I put in my earbuds.
I wrote in my journal.
I held my favorite crystal.
I let go of control.
When the call came a week later, I simultaneously cried and laughed and asked my poor oncologists to repeat his words so I could memorize them. He read me the entire report and sent it to me verbatim-he knows how I am! I immediately asked him to release me to work. I don’t know that I was “ready” but I was ready to try.
So here I am one month after that moment. The past month has been hard, but exhilarating. My return to work has been somewhat incognito, to both my friends and my colleagues. I have been in the spotlight so much, I have so much residual PTSD, I needed a “soft return” if you will. Working is a welcome challenge. Having to concentrate, having a schedule, being “on”. But it has been so GOOD being with people, being productive, feeling useful. I love my job and am so excited to be back amongst the land of the living.
In the midst of that, my husband was presented his dream opportunity to open a barbershop. It was fast, it was unplanned, it was right. So in the midst of my healing and subsequent return to work, he opened a shop. Business plan, financing, permits, inventory, clients and chair rentals have consumed his days and our conversations. It has been incredible to witness, an honor to walk alongside his passion.
And so is life.
And I am so grateful to be given another opportunity to live. I plan for it to be another 45+ years. To grow old with my barber husband. To watch my boys grow to be men. To see a wrinkled and gray haired woman in the mirror.
In the meantime, my mouth and tongue continue to heal, my shoulder and neck continue to relearn movement, my hair is returning!! My saliva is increasing, my swallow is pretty good. I can eat most foods with concentration. I can speak moderately normal and at increased volume again, most importantly I can sing in the car again! I have reduced my therapies to a minimum as needed mostly now focusing on my neck, shoulder and releasing the scar tissue build-up. I love my team and am forever indebted to their healing energy. I will continue to believe in the full healing of my body and that my life will resume normalcy soon enough and plan to do a sprint triathlon in the Fall for my birthday. A girl’s gotta have goals!
Life is (still) SO good.
Thank you for continuing to walk this path with me. Thank you for your support, love, empathy, and patience every step of the way.
I am grateful each moment I wake; to be alive and to watch my 3 favorite boys live their life to the fullest.
So many times I have been told (recently) how much more I will appreciate life now because of that thing I was diagnosed with last summer (I don’t like giving my power to that word) but let me tell you-I already appreciated life.
I already appreciated the little things.
I already woke up every single day grateful for another to be alive and for my family to be living.
I already knew the fragility of each moment and how life can change instantly.
I already treasured my family and these two precious boys and my husband that I love so much.
I didn’t need a scary thing to happen (again) to remind me.
I don’t remember much from before our time with Ruthie (I think grief has a way of taking your memory) but I’ll tell you every single day for the last 7 years I have lived my life gratefully.
So hopefully the universe gets the message that I don’t need any more “lessons”. I got it already!
I love my little family and am SO grateful for them...and am always aware that there is a little girl missing from our family picture who I miss more than words-even when I don’t say it aloud.
I am mama of three beautiful babes; two sons whom I have the privilege of raising and my daughter who lived for 33 sacred days.