when life gets still more complicated
So I know I've been pretty self-involved in my blog here, but hey, it is about my life, right? well, there is more to my life than just me and my pain in the head. In fact things got still more complicated last night for me and my life.
I've considered myself incredibly blessed this year by having wonderful people around me including my family, friends and colleagues. It's been a bumpy road, to say the least. Of course my finace, Gabe, has gone above and beyond the call of duty to take great care of me and drive me to appointments, hold my hand when I'm scared, be by my side. My sister-in-law has also been increadibly supportive, not to mention Annette and my Bonas girls and my Elmira crew and the S-G peeps. My dad has also been amazing, in his own fatherly way. At times he was frustrating because he didn't seem to understand what I was going through, but then, who did. But he took time off work and sat beside me as I visited doctors and recovered from surgeries and he tried to make things as easy on me as he could. I am so lucky to have a father like him.
Yesterday, my father was diagnosed with cancer. Yep. Cancer. I don't think there is a single word in the world I hate or fear more than Cancer (yes I hate the MF word, but I don't fear it). When he told me, my stomach fell and tears immediately came to my eyes. I lost three grandparents to cancer. My mother died just over four years ago from breast cancer. For her they found it much too late. She was diagnosed on Tuesday and dead on Sunday. It was horrible, fast, and brutal to all of us, including her, though I think she knew long before all of us that it was her time and this was her way. I've worked hard to forgive and accept, but I still miss her every day.
Now, my father has cancer. Minimally, he says. They caught it early, he says. In fact, it's so early that they don't want to do anything. Let me repeat that. It's so early that they don't want to do anything. Can you hear my outrage. My anger. My frustration. How can you tell me that you find one parent's cancer too late to do anything to save her and then you find my other parent's cancer too early to do anything!
Yes, I am thankful that they found the cancer. Thankful that it's so early. But DO SOMETHING. The thought of letting those dangerous, evil cells grow any bigger, envelop any more of my father's precious body, do any more damage than they have just by being present is unacceptable. Unacceptable.
That's a word I use quite frequently to describe our medical care these days. Unacceptable. We are humans. Doctors treat merely symptoms. They don't look at us as people, people connected with a web of others who rely upon us, respect us, love us and want the best for us. They are too busy looking for solutions in the wrong way. It's unacceptable. Doctors must see us as the humans we are - the interconnected web of life that we share.
It's unacceptable to me that my father's doctors have told him to change his diet and come back in six months for another biopsy. A lot can happen in six months. A lot can happen in a month, a day. It's unacceptable.
Unacceptable.
I've considered myself incredibly blessed this year by having wonderful people around me including my family, friends and colleagues. It's been a bumpy road, to say the least. Of course my finace, Gabe, has gone above and beyond the call of duty to take great care of me and drive me to appointments, hold my hand when I'm scared, be by my side. My sister-in-law has also been increadibly supportive, not to mention Annette and my Bonas girls and my Elmira crew and the S-G peeps. My dad has also been amazing, in his own fatherly way. At times he was frustrating because he didn't seem to understand what I was going through, but then, who did. But he took time off work and sat beside me as I visited doctors and recovered from surgeries and he tried to make things as easy on me as he could. I am so lucky to have a father like him.
Yesterday, my father was diagnosed with cancer. Yep. Cancer. I don't think there is a single word in the world I hate or fear more than Cancer (yes I hate the MF word, but I don't fear it). When he told me, my stomach fell and tears immediately came to my eyes. I lost three grandparents to cancer. My mother died just over four years ago from breast cancer. For her they found it much too late. She was diagnosed on Tuesday and dead on Sunday. It was horrible, fast, and brutal to all of us, including her, though I think she knew long before all of us that it was her time and this was her way. I've worked hard to forgive and accept, but I still miss her every day.
Now, my father has cancer. Minimally, he says. They caught it early, he says. In fact, it's so early that they don't want to do anything. Let me repeat that. It's so early that they don't want to do anything. Can you hear my outrage. My anger. My frustration. How can you tell me that you find one parent's cancer too late to do anything to save her and then you find my other parent's cancer too early to do anything!
Yes, I am thankful that they found the cancer. Thankful that it's so early. But DO SOMETHING. The thought of letting those dangerous, evil cells grow any bigger, envelop any more of my father's precious body, do any more damage than they have just by being present is unacceptable. Unacceptable.
That's a word I use quite frequently to describe our medical care these days. Unacceptable. We are humans. Doctors treat merely symptoms. They don't look at us as people, people connected with a web of others who rely upon us, respect us, love us and want the best for us. They are too busy looking for solutions in the wrong way. It's unacceptable. Doctors must see us as the humans we are - the interconnected web of life that we share.
It's unacceptable to me that my father's doctors have told him to change his diet and come back in six months for another biopsy. A lot can happen in six months. A lot can happen in a month, a day. It's unacceptable.
Unacceptable.

