Questions and Answers part II? Pretty much. I asked some friends what they thought would be helpful to answer, and via a forum and my friends in person and on Facebook, well, here they are!
First you said you wouldn’t have to do chemotherapy…and now you say you do. What changed?
Well, when they went in and took the lower lobe of my lung they also did biopsies of the lymph nodes in and around my lung. There was also always a possibility that I would have to do chemo based on the tumor size and whether any of the nodes tested positive for cancer. While my tumor was quite small, there were two lymph nodes that tested positive. Think of lymph nodes as the body’s highway, it helps reduce infection and will traffic things around your body to where they need to be. Finding cancer in your lymph nodes can be dangerous, so taking care of it ASAP is always important.
Speaking of which…how did your surgery go?
Well, actually. I’ve had my family and friends helping day in and day out with my kids and their school, as well as trucking me back and forth to doctor appointments. Both of my chest tubes are out, though the very tip of my right lung is taking a long time to fully heal. Yawning, hiccuping, and sneezing are a bit on the painful side, and I can’t slouch all too often (…I suppose that’s likely a good thing, though!) because my abdomen will get incredibly sore if I do. A few nerves were cut, which is something that happened during my mastectomy, too. So instead of my right armpit being the only numb place on my right side, part of my waist on the right side is a little numb, too. I can still feel pressure if you poke hard enough, but I can’t feel soft touches. Such a sad thing, really, now whenever my husband tries to tickle me he fails miserably on that side!
How do you deal with scars?
They’re part of me, I can’t quite deal with them as there’s really not much I can do aside from tattooing my entire right side to hide them. To be honest I really don’t have a problem with them, because the fact that I have them means that I’ve gone through something that’s helped push me towards surviving. Those scars are my stories, my trials, and my triumphs. My best friend, a liver transplant survivor, has some epic scars that she always shows off without any qualm. Before my mastectomy and lobectomy I always looked to her for example. Without these scars, we’d be dead. Give me a scar any day. (Besides, chest tube holes can become gunshot wounds and long slashes can be knife wounds. Nobody needs to know I’m not a superhero amazon by night…right?)
What questions are OK to ask?
This one’s pretty tough as it really depends on who you’re asking. It’s best to take into account…is this person really sensitive? Is this person somebody who goes in with fists blazing…? Sometimes there are things you can’t ask your grandmother about her colon cancer, that you can ask your forty-year old aunt about breast cancer. Either way, know that you should give the person some time before you start hammering on the tough questions. Asking things like “Will you survive?” is generally not something that’s OK to ask in any situation…it’s a hard question to take because there’s never a definitive answer, and some people see the possibility of death in the future as something they don’t want to talk about. Asking…How can I help? What can I do? What do you need? And most importantly…Do you want to talk about it? That last question is the key to finding out just how much you can ask. Finally…respect wishes if they don’t want to talk about it. Typically there’s somebody they’ll talk to about everything–whether it’s a spouse or child or close friend or sibling. Most of the time it’s not so much that they don’t want you to know their situation’s details…it’s simply that it’s very difficult to talk about it. If you can, and if you feel it’s appropriate, it might be better to ask that person instead.
What’s it like being bald and being a woman?
To be honest? Weird. Not to mention how fast showers go when you don’t have all that hair to wash. To go from having a full head of hair to being completely bald is a big jump, and not one that many people want to take in the first place. My first time I was only sixteen, and you won’t find too many teenage girls willingly shaving their head for the heck of it. I felt naked, vulnerable under that wig (especially in High School, you never know if some person you have a vowed hatred for will come and pop off your wig. It never happened, but you can be sure I thought about it.), and I felt like everybody was staring at me. Oddly enough, most people didn’t even know that I had a wig on and complimented my new hairstyle frequently. Eventually I turned my attitude around and started offering my hairstyle to them when they complimented it, wiggling the wig a little with a rather mischievous smile. When I was twenty-one and lost my hair the second time I felt incredibly self conscious…I had a boyfriend that I very much wanted to keep and I was terrified that my lack of hair and the angry cancer cloud hanging over my head would scare him away. Funny thing, as it turned out he was interested in more than my hair…one of the reasons I married him (and a minor reason, I might add, but this isn’t a post about the many many reasons I married him.) By the time I was twenty-seven I had a lot more self-confidence than I had when I was younger. Married with two kids and in a very good place in my life, there was very little that could shake me. Again cancer swept in and hit me like an anvil, but this time I wanted to do something comfortable and I didn’t want to feel forced into a wig. I opted for a scarf that I’d read about during my mastectomy recovery and I’ll be going back to those again. I feel feminine still, even without one breast and the impending loss of hair once more. Do I like losing my hair? No. But knowing that my hair isn’t what defines me helps.
Do you keep in touch with the other kids who were in your trial program as a teen?
Actually, I never met any of them to my knowledge. It was something of a random selection, I assume, and we were never introduced in a big sort of group. The doctor simply told us that they were holding this trial and gave us the option to participate, and we were also told that there were others. We were never, however, introduced.
Questions from Kids
Now…I have a friend whose daughter had questions when her grandmother passed on that didn’t really get to ask the questions she wanted answered. Well, I’m hoping that this can help, but please understand that different cancers are different for different people, so not all of my answers will be solid for everybody. (Wow, try to say that sentence five times and see if it still makes sense! Ha!)
Does it hurt where the cancer is?
Now, I have answered a question like this before. Most of the time the cancer itself is painless…it’s all of the side-effects that tend to be painful. Lumps don’t have much feeling to them, but if they’re pressing on nerves, organs, or bones they can be quite painful. Sometimes they can impact function in your body, whether it be your intestines or your kidneys, and that can also be painful. Now, when a kid asks if it’s painful…you have to judge how well your child can take the answer. I can say that if I sat down and told my son that, yes, the cancer is causing pain, he would nod sagely, take it in stride, and pull off the same attitude I used to (Ignore it and it’ll go away. Ahh, I remember being that naive.). However, if I told my daughter (and she understood, keep in mind she’s only three.), she’d likely cry out “Oh no!” and be distraught for days.
Are you afraid?
To say no would be an outright lie. Depending on the kid you’re telling, and how well they can handle the truth, it’s no shame in telling them such. However, sometimes being afraid is healthy and a natural reaction when we face danger. Cancer carries so much risk to our health that many of us can’t help but be afraid. I’m afraid, but I’m ready. You can be brave and afraid at the same time.
Do you miss how your life was before?
Of course, I’ll always look at my wedding pictures fondly and say … “Man my boobs looked fantastic. I’ll miss them.” But in truth, we always will miss doing what we were once capable of doing. Regardless of cancer, just growing older will make this happen. Toddlers in potty training sometimes miss being able to wear a diaper all the time. A kindergartner probably miss when they didn’t have to go to school. Junior high kids probably miss when life was easier in elementary school and there wasn’t all this puberty stuff in the way. High school students….well, likely miss the same thing as junior high kids because I don’t know of anybody who really misses junior high. Adults miss how they were able to eat and run and do anything as a teenager. The cycle goes on and on, but for some of us some things are cut short. I suppose I could miss that I likely won’t run a marathon now…but in truth I never aimed to do that before they took part of my lung! So…yes, we miss it. But like all things we miss, we have to carry on and look forward to what we still can do. Even if it’s very little.