I know I said I was going to write about my cancer journey at some point. But actually I’m still hesitant about it. I imagine the main reason for this is that I got off relatively easily. I did not have to go the chemo or radiation route. I’ve had friends that have gone through much worse, and lost more body parts than I did. All I lost was a foot of my large intestine. And an unwelcome clarity about the fact that all things die, including me.
I remember when I was diagnosed, my very brave and accomplished daughter-in-law said to me that she would have completely freaked out at that news.
I don’t know why I didn’t panic. I was mainly puzzled how I could have been harboring such a cancer, since I practice a very healthful, fiber filled diet. ( Plus any chocolate that a dear one might gift me with. I mean it would be rude not to, right?)
So when I saw some very definite signs, about three years ago, I did not tell anyone. It was sort of a “don’t mention it, and it won’t be true” situation. But my daughter, the savvy anesthesiologist, figured something was up. She finally talked me into getting a particular blood test a year later. My GP corroborated that yeah, I had a marker.
There followed a flurry of tests and invasive situations that were not fun at all. It’s all become kind of a Propofil fogged memory of a dream to me now.
I will check with my beloved on the sequence of events, and speak on this further.
But I still don’t really want to ...
You may never want to share then wake one day shouting about it ha. But also it doesn't sound like you got off easy at all! We can't compare, we only know our journey. And yours sounds tough.
Interesting concept : accepting by rejecting.
Thank you for commenting, Libor.