Chemo 8
By jeand
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You know I sometimes think I have special powers. Somebody once said to me, “You get everything you want,” and I suppose that it Is often true.
Not an hour ago, I wrote, “I sometimes wish something would go really wrong, so that I would have more interesting things to write about.” I didn’t mean something awful, and nothing awful did happen. But something did happen and it has got me writing.
Yesterday I had the good news that my breast cancer is a tiny bit smaller. I was not expecting that. And I don’t mean to belittle the good news, but now that I have written it, there isn’t much more to say. Nothing will change in my treatment because of it. But it might just show my oncologist that the lower dose did do some good, so he might be happy for me to stay there forever. I see him in two days time.
The awful thing that happened was that when I had finished watching my tv programme and put the lounge chair into the full reclining position for a nap, I felt an itching in the stoma area. This is a new thing. I put my hand on my stoma bag, which an hour before had been OK, and it did feel a bit big. And BANG, I had a blowout. The glue that sticks it to my skin had been pulled away by the pressure. I thought “I’d better get to the bathroom soon,” but it was too late. Luckily I had been lying on my back, so the chair and carpet didn’t get messed on, but I needed a complete change of clothes. And when I put the replacement bag on, for some reason it wouldn’t stick either, so I had to change it again a few minutes later.
I think the itching was Effie telling me to get a move on - and next time I will listen to her.
I went to church on Sunday, where I play the organ. I saw Ruth, who hadn’t been in church for many months, so I wanted to say to her what a pretty skirt she was wearing and how slim and lovely she looked. I know, I shouldn’t have been thinking of things like that in church. So we chatted, and she never asked me how I was. Most people do, these days - the postman, the food delivery people, the neighbours, the hospital people, etc. and the people in church. And I wanted to say, “I have cancer. In fact I have two kinds of cancer and a stoma, so why aren’t you asking me how I am?”
Maybe she didn’t know. Maybe she thought I looked OK and didn’t like to bring it up. I wondered about my obsession with my problems. Maybe I should get a sweatshirt with the slogan on the back, CANCER VICTIM, PLEASE PITY ME. But I don’t want pity really. I am finding the whole thing rather interesting - and certainly I have had more cards and visits and flowers in the six months than in the last 10 years. I also thought that since I am enjoying the attention I am getting maybe my sweatshirt should read, CANCER IS REALLY INTERESTING. GIVE IT A TRY.
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Hi Jean,
Hi Jean,
you know your writing isn't boring at all. I love it when you delve into history, it also intrigues me with all the information you manage to secure.
I'm pleased for you that your cancer is not getting any worse. You are going through a lot with Effie, hope life gets easier for you from now on.
Don't stop writing, it's so important to keep your mind busy on other things...though I'm sure it's hard, and I don't really have any idea what you're going through. But I'm thinking of you and will continue to read any of your writing, whatever it may be.
Take care.
Jenny.
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Hi, Jean. Writing about
Hi, Jean. Writing about crises with Effie, probably helps others to see how one has to 'get on with it' with any awkward, embarrassing, messy, nuisance, unexpected things, not just panic, scream, or wallow in self-pity. And so often, such things get sorted out better than expected and can become interesting and funny, and a source of conversation as you have proved! So, good that you can share so much, clearly, readably! And of course, reach out for 'grace to help' in unexpected situations.
Maybe Ruth didn't know what to say, or thought you might be sick of explaining how you are. I remember reading a young lady saying (she was largely paralysed after a diving accident) that she often realised that things that were really small problems compared to hers, seemed temporarily to be immense to some who visited her. And I realised how often that is so, little problems can seem so immense and others with bigger problems can help to comfort or get things into perspective or guide to faith and prayer.
love, Rhiannon
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little jeannie,
little jeannie,
Get that shirt, darlin', had a trooper who went gone for a while, restricted to quarters at the FOB, came back. What was the problem, man? Cancer. Shit. What're you doing here? War won't kill cancer. No, but it might kill you. So might cancer. Fair enough. You're taking point. Hoo-ah. Stay warm, honey.
Jack
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Snakes are fine. Eating less
Snakes are fine. Eating less than they used to but they're old. Took the boa outside yesterday. She hung out with me while I read. Or tried to; she kept coming up for a kiss and I ended ready the same paragraph endlessly. Here's one for you X.
Jack
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These pieces of yours are
These pieces of yours are WONDERFUL to read Jean. I agree with Rhiannon about the lady in Church, thinking perhaps you wouldn't want to discuss it when you were doing an important job playing the organ. I didn't know you did that, you are really amazing!
That T shirt message is a brilliant idea. I have never heard of anyone who has such a positive attitude as you. That saying if life gives you lemons make lemonade, you would go way further, plant an orchard, pick the fruit, make lemonade, sell it, start a business, go global...
Am so glad your breast cancer is shrinking! What a great result!
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You get some great comments
You get some great comments Jean - I'm also very pleased to hear the chemo seems to have shrunk the breast cancer - and most definitely get that sweatshirt! Congratulations on the cherry too!
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Hi Jean
Hi Jean
Your descriptions of what is happening to you are always 'so human'. By that I mean you show pleasure at small things, humour at large things and a great interest in what is happening to you with a desire to share and also, if you can, to help others.
Keep going Jean
Lindyx
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I am not so sure that cancer
I am not so sure that cancer is that interesting in a good way but your written accounts are always well put together and make for a fascinating read. Incredibly useful for anyone going through something similar. Take care of yourself. Paul x
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I think people often do
I think people often do freeze and don't know what to say when faced with something frightening - not that you're frightening, I mean the cancer! I think your sweatshirt should read, 'I'm awesome.'
So glad to hear you've had some good news as well!
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Pick of the Day
This latest funny, brave and all round wonderful post from Jean is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet - it deserves a wide audience.
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I'll give it a miss, trying
I'll give it a miss, trying cancer for now. But never say never, or some other cliche.
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Jean. Excellent piece of
Jean. Excellent piece of writing.
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