Jan 052018

When I was initially diagnosed with lung cancer in 2015, my five-year survival rate was only 2%. Right now, I’m about halfway there.

Last year, in the few months leading up to the new year, I spent much of my time in the hospital; my doctors said I wouldn’t live to see 2017. I honestly can’t believe I made it to 2018.

For those who remember some (or all) of this, please indulge me. I feel this post requires me to back up just a bit.

If not for a twist of fate, I wouldn’t be here today. When I was told there was nothing more that could be done for me, I was seeing an Oncologist in Orlando. She had done a few final rounds of chemotherapy on me that clearly weren’t working. The chemo was dropping my blood counts, and my sodium kept plummeting from the SIADH. Since my oncologist was in Orlando, that was where I was supposed to go whenever I needed to be hospitalized. But I was just too tired.

One night, I became so ill my husband could barely wake me, and I was shivering in a warm house despite being covered with three blankets. He somehow got me to the local hospital, where I proceeded to throw up all over myself in the ER waiting room (great way to get faster service). It was during that visit I was assigned a local oncologist who said he had a new drug he thought might help me (Keytruda).

Fast forward to today. Since I started on the Keytruda just before Thanksgiving last year, my health has improved greatly, and I haven’t been hospitalized since February of 2017. And because of that, I’ve been able to do a lot of things I thought I’d never get the chance to do (or do again) when I was told I was dying (and some I didn’t yet know I wanted to do). For example, I’ve:

  • Gone over to the West Coast of Florida to see Siesta Key
  • Taken a month-long trip out West to see some of the national parks
  • Visited family in Kansas City, Frankfort, and Flagler Beach again
  • Joined a ladies’ night group
  • Spent more time with friends
  • Enjoyed the holiday season
  • Rode in a holiday boat parade

And I have a couple more cruises planned for 2018.

All of this has been amazing, and I’m very grateful to have been able to experience all of it.

Yet I’m puzzled when I try to express an emotion other than gratefulness and people try to steer me back by saying things like, “But you must be so happy… “ or “Surely you’re just grateful…”

Of course I am. But are these the only emotions people with cancer should be allowed to feel? What about:

  • Fear. It’s completely rational to feel fear when you’ve experienced cancer and know it could return at any time.
  • Anger. Nobody asks to be sick or deserves it any more (or less, if being honest) than anyone else.
  • Fatigue. The other day I woke up tired after sleeping more than eight hours and had to take a nap about an hour after I woke up. Who wouldn’t be tired after dealing with cancer (and the poison that’s used to “cure” it) day after day for months on end?
  • Depression. I cant speak for everyone, but the word that most describes how I feel a lot of the time is “broken.” And that’s really hard for me after being so healthy for most of my life. But I think it’s natural for people who have had cancer to grieve for the things they’ve lost.
  • Lonliness. No matter how great your support system, nobody who hasn’t been through cancer really know how you feel. Which makes you feel alone.

I hate to say it, but telling someone who has cancer they should be grateful only adds “guilt” to the list of negative emotions they’re already fighting. “I know I should be grateful to be alive, but that’s not how I feel… At least not right this moment… What’s the matter with me…?”

It’s not that I don’t appreciate you wanting to help. I know you’re trying to make me think positive because a positive attitude will improve my life expectancy. Right?

While there may be some truth to that, I think the idea of having a positive attitude while dealing with a serious illness is somewhat misunderstood.

To me, a positive attitude doesn’t mean you have to be happy (or grateful) all of the time. It means you’re willing to get out of bed every day and sit in a waiting room for an hour when you can barely sit up in a chair. Or go to another chemotherapy treatment when you know you’re going to go home and throw up for two days. Or do whatever needs to be done to improve your chances of survival no matter how painful it is. That doesn’t mean you can’t cry, or feel angry, or depressed. Or even broken. It simply means you do it anyway, no matter how much it hurts.

When it comes right down to it, all of us should feel grateful to be alive every moment of every day because none of us know when our time will come. But we don’t because we’re human. So next time you feel the urge to tell me I should be grateful, remember that I am. Just maybe not at the moment.

Thanks for sharing my journey with me. May we all enjoy good health and happiness this year and in the years to come.


 Posted by at 9:50 pm

  7 Responses to “A time to be grateful”

  1. You are BRAVE
    You are SMART
    You are a FIGHTER
    You are BEAUTIFUL
    You are MOM
    You are INSPIRING
    You are STRONG
    You are GRANDMA
    You are DRIVEN
    You are AWESOME SAUCE X10000000000000
    You are LOVED

  2. This somewhat reminds me of thoughts and feelings my mom would express in the months and years following her heart attack and bypass surgery. I know she still feels this way on occasion. I didn’t understand it back then because I personally was so grateful, but I feel like I can (intellectually and empathetically) understand it better now.

  3. Thank you for being willing to share all of these feelings publicly. I hope those who read your post will take it seriously. Gratitude is only one emotion. You are entitled to the full range of your emotions; do not feel guilty for ANY of them. Your emotions are what make you alive.

    May this coming year bring you blessings heretofore unknown, even as you experience your life in its fullest measure.

    former hospice chaplain

  4. Well said! Well written!!!
    Must run in the family.

  5. Emotions are what makes us human. We are a mix of good and bad emotions. To experience life with emotions is not living. But to go through the battles you have gone through without all emotions well that would be inhuman. So be human, experience all life has for you and know emotions the good ones and the not so good ones are part of it all.
    Also proud of you for getting out there. Sonetim as I think it is easier (for me anyway) to be a hermit then to put myself out there for total strangers.

  6. So glad to read this positive post. I pray for you and John daily. Love, Aunt Betty

  7. Was reading through past post and I could think of a lot of things to try to make all of us feel better about what you have gone through. But my very first thought was could I endorse so much??? Could I believe in others so much??? Could I still get up and fight so hard??? Bill said we all do what we got to do in life, I do believe that. Mom says that when it comes to fight or flee we fight, I believe that. SO keep fighting !

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