Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Yes I Have Cancer, No I Am Not Disabled

I've been surprised by the number of people who have asked me why I'm still working fulltime. My co-workers asked me, when I returned to my job following surgery, when I was going to retire. Friends, and some family members, have asked.
I guess many people hear "cancer" and think dire consequences for the person afflicted. Or perhaps they've known people who were incapacitated by their disease, or they've seen a lot of movies where the cancer patient spends all her time in bed or in the hospital.
I wanted to go back to my job four weeks after surgery, but my surgeon wouldn't sign the work release. He said six weeks minimum.
I worked all through chemotherapy, and through radiation therapy. I missed just one and a half days of work due to feeling ill.

Monday, August 8, 2016

The Uncertainty of Cancer

Everyone knows she will die.  I don't know at what age we realize that. What mental capacity is needed to grasp the concept? Most of us, all of us probably, have trouble actually believing there will be a time when we no longer exist in our current state.
We know this intellectually, though. Just as we know the earth is constantly spinning at about 1000 miles per hour, that the sun will always rise in the east, that the Oxford comma is absolutely needed in some sentences - but for the average person, the knowledge of our mortality is safely tucked away in the back of our brains, only pulled out at the death notice of a close friend or family member, or more viciously hauled into the front of our consciousness at a funeral. Visiting a graveyard later reminds us that our bodies will at some point fail us.
For a person with a severe health diagnosis, whether it be a recurring type of  cancer or something else insidious, the specter of death is ever present, perched on a shoulder and pressing down, talons digging in sometimes to keep her aware that time is limited, lifespan is short, there may not be many tomorrows.

And yet - there might be. That's the quandary. Live as if death is sooner rather than later, or keep on the regular timetable and continue with everyday things?