406/24/2022 - 08:39
Eight months ago, I was diagnosed with cancer which, as each can imagine, was a bit of a shock. Luckily, it was one of the “good ones” (TC). It’s so good, doctors don’t even poker face it. You’re more likely to die from COVID-19 than TC (goes without saying but that’s if you get treatment).
We caught it super early, I got surgery and was told there was no evidence of metastasis. Chances of it coming back (usually lymph nodes in my case) are about 20%, diminishing with time.
You know, before I had cancer, I thought people are cleared and then go back to their lives and sort of move on. I don’t know if I was naive, or lacked empathy but, evidently, that’s not what happened for me anyway. Every 3 months, I go in, get some scans, some blood test, physical exam. The week leading up to the results, I don’t eat/sleep very well, I get mood swings, I can’t focus.
And so my life has been paced by these events that are like waves in a way. I don’t care about them too much until I see them on my horizon and the closer they get to me, I start to brace myself and hope for the best. But anyway, what I was trying to say: life with cancer continues even when you think the cancer is out, and I had never given it any thought before.