I’m part of an organization, CancerConnects, that puts me, a cancer survivor, in touch with those who have just been diagnosed with cancer and who need help.
Of course they need help. Their lives are forever changed; everything is upside down; they have to re-think their entire future, and all the assumptions they made about that future – they are now all invalid.
And they are scared.
The thing is, cancer is more than just a physical thing. Well, if it were just a physical thing, it would be much, much easier. The physical thing is not great: there’s the cancer itself, which steals nutrients from your body and wipes out organs, then there’s the treatments: the surgeries, the chemotherapy, the radiation, none of which is what you would call fun; and then there’s the aftereffects: the tingling in ones feet, the fatigue, the lobbing off of body organs, the loss of memory, and (hopefully not) – the pain. And there’s more to that list, but suffice it to say, the physical stuff is not minor.
But cancer not just the physical stuff. It’s the emotional stuff also. We are trying to cope; a bomb has gone off in my world, a tragedy has occurred right at my doorstep, and – guess what – it’s not happening to my neighbor or co-worker or distant family member (poor them) but someone much more important, very much more important at least to me: myself! And we are scared, because the unknowns in our average banal existence have multiplied exponentially, and we are on the part of the graph where the line is pointing nearly straight up. Anything can happen, and my life can go in any one of many directions, and some of those directions end up in places we care not to frequent, like graveyards.
Of course there are tears, and sleepless nights, and sitting stunned in your car after a doctor’s visit, his assessment piercing right to your liver, yes, it is more than we can bear, but that doesn’t matter: we have to bear it, because we really don’t have any other choice. We don’t get a choice, where you check off the box for either Beach or Vacation to Caribbean or Cancer or Christmas, and decide, well, let’s try Beach, but it turns out that the Cancer box is checked off for you, and – no – it can’t be unchecked.
So it’s not all physical. It’s emotional and mental, as mentally we have to get our head around throwing up and being poisoned for x number of months by our doctor who happens to have a lot of education in these matters, and it’s spiritual, as perhaps the reaper is at the door with his sickle, just like in the Hollywood movie, and if he comes for me – which he might – am I ready? All these concerns are trite for many who live on the living side of life, where ones own enjoyment is the apex of what human civilization has wrought in the last 6,000 years of known history, but for those being wheeled down the hospital corridor to go under the surgeons knife or the couple crying on their way home from the doctor’s office – it is anything but trite. They say in a sinking raft there are no atheists, and that may just be an old line that is said by those from two or three generations back, but would you really want to be such atheist in such a boat, with the water coming in?
In the midst of this earthquake just under our feet, there is – in the midst of the shaking – a mundane concern – really, if you think about it. When life has just come to a screeching halt and hasn’t decided which way it will continue – or if it even will – to think about that almighty dollar and something as this-worldly as money, well – do we really have time for it? Hey, my life is on the line, and this is not just any life – it’s mine! And we’re going to think about money?
Still, cancer comes with its financial aspects, and in case you didn’t know, cancer is not cheap. Through all these upheavals, you still have to pay the bills. You have to support yourself. Being out of work and operations and medical bills and co-pays and perhaps traveling to another city for a second opinion, and has anyone ever told you: you’re not going to get rich on disability? No, you won’t. Don’t worry about not getting rich – worry about keeping the roof over your head! To that end, bankruptcy is an option – you who always paid your bills and your taxes, like a good citizen. Well, regarding your recent hospital visit, insurance (in the vein of the movie Rainmaker) found a clause which is used against you, page 28 paragraph 4 section 2 of the contract, and – poof – there’s a bill for $200,000, and who can even understand a hospital bill, let alone pay it?
So not only do you get the physical, emotional, mental, spiritual pressures, but now your heading toward bankruptcy. Thank you cancer!
So I call these dear people up that CancerConnects hooks me up with, and here I try to help. The best thing is to listen and tell them that it’s all normal, that I’ve been through the same and know others who have also, and if I can make it all less scary, I’ve done my job. They are all different: the writer who suddenly had a mass in her lung, and now what; the Linux expert who traveled around the country helping enterprise-level clients with their systems and had it all going for him; he’s now getting a bone-marrow transplant, and is struggling to understand even half of what has happened to him; the two-time brain cancer survivor who has to sleep in his recliner for the last 12 years – yes 12! – because they went in through his sinus to remove the tumor; well he now has only one lung (remove that baby, the doctor said) and now has another spot now in the other lung, and he was a mentor for CancerConnects; now he needs a mentor!
These poor people, and I can go on. My boss supported me during my first reoccurrence, letting me work through chemo, and I was deeply grateful for all her care and help. The tables turned, however, a few months later when she got breast cancer, and not any sort of breast cancer; not the polite breast cancer but one that was extremely aggressive, and she had to kiss her hair good bye and walked around with her skin darkened from chemo and if you want to lose weight: well she lost weight, thanks to cancer; she who was so good to me, she missed work herself for not one but two operations! Like that.
These are the people I mentor, and life has many ironies; today I mentor them, tomorrow they mentor me. Who can understand this cancer journey? What words could be used? That is why we need each other.