Okay, a little background. I was diagnosed with an inoperable cancerous brain tumor in October and had minor brain surgery to do a needle biopsy of it. I have had six weeks of radiation to my head and six weeks of pill form chemo. I am currently in another six week healing period until we get a MRI scan on Feb 4 to see if the treatments had any affect at all.
I'm feeling just fine, back to 40 hours at work, and slowly regaining mental and physical strength. I can't wait to get off the steroids, I have gained 15 pounds in the past 8 weeks and nothing fits anymore. I don't want to buy new clothes cause they say the weight will come off when I stop taking them, but it's miserable and embarassing to squeeze into jeans that make the side seams thread show down your thighs and I don't button the tops, which requires loose and long shirts to cover up, which I don't very many. I have one of those velvet "jogging" suits that I love the elastic pants in them, but I really shouldn't wear more than once a week to work, which allows me to dress however I want to (everyone, not just me). I have to look nice, business casual with jeans, but with limits (no ****s, no belly, no butts showing and no lettering).
It's scary to think how unreceptive I was to the whole cancer issue until now, that or I am just that much more sensitive to it. Now I can't help but hear and see stories and issues and news from every different direction all day long and it sucks. Especially when ya have to "compete" with cancers, with prostate, breast, and lung cancer awareness being shoved in your face. What about mine? I still have a partial head of hair and my eyelashes and eyebrows, so the scarf or hat on my head looks more like an accesory rather than a cover up. So I must be lying or am healed cause you can see hair. It's so frustrating, like 50/50, I want to stand strong and continue my life, but I need people to be sensitive simply because I am not who I was before either. And without looking sickly and apparantly hairless, I must be fine. They don't understand why I can't pick up heavy stuff, or bend over, or shop all day, or avoid stairs, or clean house even. I am not looking for sympathy, just sensitivity and to understand, not assume anything. I find it difficult to concentrate on work and ask questions all the time, too many I am afraid, I try to keep notes, but sometimes I don't understand them either. My cognitive skills are/were affected, so I am afraid of how much longer they will keep me. No one has said anything (to my face anyways), I hope it's just my own guilty conscience, but it's aggrivating to my co-workers I am sure. Someone actually accused me of being proud that I have cancer and am trying to flaunt it. WHAT??!! Are you serious? I was so furious, just because I am open about it and need to talk to people, doesn't mean I am bragging. That's the problem, how can I avoid the stares and snickers without being open and blunt. Take this very post for instance, it's so hard to type rather than just talk with emotions, but it's so hard to explain and I want it to come across correctly. My mother-in-law has ovarian cancer and has been battling it for three years now. This has really drawn us closer, but I have a kind of "survivors guilt", because I still can't relate to how bad her cancer is or how bad her chemo is or even her life expectancy. Yes we both have cancer, but the stories couldn't be any more different or comparative. Because mine is so rare, there is no one to share experiences with, like a support group. I can go to other cancer groups, but as this whole post points out, I can't relate to any of them. There are cancers that are alot worse than mine in the same position of no awareness or support either. What about all of the kids cancers programs, St Jude, Miracle Netowrk, Make a Wish, Give Kids the World. I am not saying they are bad, but the adults in this world with just as devastating prognosis just have to watch their families, lives, and dreams die with them, unless they have a wealthy uncle somewhere. Before I get flamed about the kids, I support these programs whole heartedly, volunteered at some through the years, even riding programs. Just never thought I would be on the other side with them and then be too old or not sick enough to qualify. Which is a blessing really, I am just stuck in the middle, not healty, but not dying (that I know of) either.
If you are a movie fan, I advise caution when seeing "PS I Love You" AND "The Bucket List" as both movies are great but at least I am extremely sensitive with the brain tumor issue at the moment (which I didn't know what these people suffered from until I saw it). Went through kleenex and napkins at each one. Of course I don't have the money or friends to take me on a world tour, so that's depressing too. I keep thinking or wishing "romantically" that things like that would happen, but that's Hollywood for ya, pump up your fairytales only to be deflated in real life. I tend to think "this could be my last ...." but then I am not allowed to say it cause it will show I have lost faith. As hubby and mom tell me, we could all die today and then no one could say anything or plan anything either, that the playing field is even. I haven't lost all faith, I am just taking it a day at a time. The worry is gone, won't help any and the research is done, nothing new. Now I am trying to just live, as normal as possible,and as much as people will allow me.
Sorry and Thank You Too!
I'm feeling just fine, back to 40 hours at work, and slowly regaining mental and physical strength. I can't wait to get off the steroids, I have gained 15 pounds in the past 8 weeks and nothing fits anymore. I don't want to buy new clothes cause they say the weight will come off when I stop taking them, but it's miserable and embarassing to squeeze into jeans that make the side seams thread show down your thighs and I don't button the tops, which requires loose and long shirts to cover up, which I don't very many. I have one of those velvet "jogging" suits that I love the elastic pants in them, but I really shouldn't wear more than once a week to work, which allows me to dress however I want to (everyone, not just me). I have to look nice, business casual with jeans, but with limits (no ****s, no belly, no butts showing and no lettering).
It's scary to think how unreceptive I was to the whole cancer issue until now, that or I am just that much more sensitive to it. Now I can't help but hear and see stories and issues and news from every different direction all day long and it sucks. Especially when ya have to "compete" with cancers, with prostate, breast, and lung cancer awareness being shoved in your face. What about mine? I still have a partial head of hair and my eyelashes and eyebrows, so the scarf or hat on my head looks more like an accesory rather than a cover up. So I must be lying or am healed cause you can see hair. It's so frustrating, like 50/50, I want to stand strong and continue my life, but I need people to be sensitive simply because I am not who I was before either. And without looking sickly and apparantly hairless, I must be fine. They don't understand why I can't pick up heavy stuff, or bend over, or shop all day, or avoid stairs, or clean house even. I am not looking for sympathy, just sensitivity and to understand, not assume anything. I find it difficult to concentrate on work and ask questions all the time, too many I am afraid, I try to keep notes, but sometimes I don't understand them either. My cognitive skills are/were affected, so I am afraid of how much longer they will keep me. No one has said anything (to my face anyways), I hope it's just my own guilty conscience, but it's aggrivating to my co-workers I am sure. Someone actually accused me of being proud that I have cancer and am trying to flaunt it. WHAT??!! Are you serious? I was so furious, just because I am open about it and need to talk to people, doesn't mean I am bragging. That's the problem, how can I avoid the stares and snickers without being open and blunt. Take this very post for instance, it's so hard to type rather than just talk with emotions, but it's so hard to explain and I want it to come across correctly. My mother-in-law has ovarian cancer and has been battling it for three years now. This has really drawn us closer, but I have a kind of "survivors guilt", because I still can't relate to how bad her cancer is or how bad her chemo is or even her life expectancy. Yes we both have cancer, but the stories couldn't be any more different or comparative. Because mine is so rare, there is no one to share experiences with, like a support group. I can go to other cancer groups, but as this whole post points out, I can't relate to any of them. There are cancers that are alot worse than mine in the same position of no awareness or support either. What about all of the kids cancers programs, St Jude, Miracle Netowrk, Make a Wish, Give Kids the World. I am not saying they are bad, but the adults in this world with just as devastating prognosis just have to watch their families, lives, and dreams die with them, unless they have a wealthy uncle somewhere. Before I get flamed about the kids, I support these programs whole heartedly, volunteered at some through the years, even riding programs. Just never thought I would be on the other side with them and then be too old or not sick enough to qualify. Which is a blessing really, I am just stuck in the middle, not healty, but not dying (that I know of) either.
If you are a movie fan, I advise caution when seeing "PS I Love You" AND "The Bucket List" as both movies are great but at least I am extremely sensitive with the brain tumor issue at the moment (which I didn't know what these people suffered from until I saw it). Went through kleenex and napkins at each one. Of course I don't have the money or friends to take me on a world tour, so that's depressing too. I keep thinking or wishing "romantically" that things like that would happen, but that's Hollywood for ya, pump up your fairytales only to be deflated in real life. I tend to think "this could be my last ...." but then I am not allowed to say it cause it will show I have lost faith. As hubby and mom tell me, we could all die today and then no one could say anything or plan anything either, that the playing field is even. I haven't lost all faith, I am just taking it a day at a time. The worry is gone, won't help any and the research is done, nothing new. Now I am trying to just live, as normal as possible,and as much as people will allow me.
Sorry and Thank You Too!