Blogging
the Cancer Frights Away
By Rachel
Pappas
When I
heard the three dirty words: “You have cancer,” I wasn’t shocked. Two weeks
earlier, the radiologist walked into my cubical at the imaging center and threw
the “c” word out, while I lay there, staring at the ultrasound screen. Days
later my breast surgeon reconfirmed the probable writing on the wall as she
stuck me with the biopsy needle.
By the
time the official call came, I had myself diagnosed as a gonner—I'd had far too
much time to spend on the Internet, and the data floating out there rocked me.
Does it help to read for a third or fourth time: “carcinoma associated with
poor prognosis”? Do we need to read sterile-sounding clinical-ese that we don't
understand beyond that it has freaky vibes? What does it do for us to sweat
over five-year survival rates? And FYI if you don't know yet: these numbers are
typically based on 10-year-old studies.
I moved
past surgery, still frozen with fear. But it started to thaw, slowly, in the
chemo suite.
Who would
have thought sitting with a bunch of bald ladies, attached to a fluid-filled
bag for a few hours, would be my happy time?
But as we
shared our boob-related jokes and PBJ sandwiches, I didn’t just see a disease.
I saw moms. Teachers. Funny, inquisitive, chatty human beings. We started
talking about anything but cancer. Though sometimes the conversation went back
to the monster. We talked about what to say to our kids. Where to buy cranial
implants (aka wigs). How fricking scared we were when we first got hit with the
“You have cancer brick.”
This is
why I decided to start blogging. I remembered how blown away I was when I first
got on the Internet as a brand newbie. I thought about all the questions my
chemo clique ladies had. I thought about the things that mattered to us now,
and about the things it helped us to talk about. I was going to create a safe,
happy place.
When we
first hear we have cancer, we need the positive—we need it right then.
And we
need it for the rest of our lives, because life’s never the same again.
Being a
20-plus-year health writer, I had my work cut out for me when I launched my
site. But I still had lessons to learn because I needed to know how to only do the
positive. I had to figure out how to not overpromise, to be real and
informative—but still be comforting, even funny. How do you find this kind of
happy fodder EVERY SINGLE WEEK? I mean we’re talking about cancer!
But as I
put my feelers out, I found it was out there—tons of it. Stories to tell about
cyberspace friendships that it takes an experience like cancer to understand
and embrace. Stories on retreats where survivors do zip lines, paint, dance,
laugh and cry together. Stories on ways we can care for ourselves moving
forward (there’s so much our docs don't tell us.) Other survivors’ mountains,
and how they’re taking them on.
Call me
selfish, but I blog as much for me as for you and whatever warriors stop by.
I use it
to keep me straight. How can I write about what good eating and sleeping does
for us … how can I ask people to open up to ideas like guided imagery and wacky
sounding concepts like laugh yoga unless I try them myself?
Then
there’s the inspiration I get from the others. The ones who are in a hard
place, but not giving up, still looking for what will help them beat this
monster and or live as fully with cancer as they can.
When I
see the flurry of clicks on my articles on end of life care, or managing
metastatic disease, it breaks my heart, but it lifts me too. I am reminded, I
had cancer, but today I am in a better place than so many. Still, they are
searching, connecting, hoping—actually taking the time to thank me—so they are
my medicine. All the folks I meet through cyberspace are my
lift—no matter their stage or circumstances. We keep on keeping on, together.
Thanks Rachel for that inspiring piece of literature!I think all of us who blog are hoping it will help some one out there with cancer, even just letting them know you can live a normal life but equally in letting people know you are allowed to feel rock bottom once in a while.
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