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{A note from Beth: from May through August 2015, I am featuring some delicious guest writers here on the blog as I recover from pregnancy and birth and adjust to our new family rhythms (find more details here). Enjoy!}
On December 27th, 2014 I was
diagnosed with Stage IIB thyroid cancer. It had also spread to my lymph
nodes- but I felt fine before. Didn’t have a clue, rhyme or reason to
think it would happen to me. It was found through a spine MRI as I have
scoliosis- so it was a shock to say the least.
In February, I had my surgery and everything is now back to normal. I’m me -- how I was before all this happened.
There’s no doubt that with
this news and experiences I’d faced -- I’m encountering a multitude of
emotions. Happy, sad, angry, frustrated. No one wants to be told they
have cancer- that’s crazy! I never thought at 22 it would be me! So
through this time I’ve been riding the waves that each experience and
trial brought me, not one by one but sometimes many at once would come
crashing down.
There’s one thing though.
Maybe it’s part of our human instinct -- I don’t know. But maybe it’s
because we’re trying to comfort one another, maybe we’re pushing our
feelings onto the person who just got diagnosed when we really don’t
know what to say. . . No idea.
People have been assuming that I’m sad.
I guess people think, oh she got cancer . . . she’s sad.
I was at a visitation
following the death of a distant family member a few days after
diagnosis, and another family member had heard the news. She started off
saying, “oh you must not be very good.” I was completely caught off
guard; no hello, she just assumed how I felt. I wasn’t happy -- not with
her, I mean. I was totally fine before she said anything. But her
assuming how I felt? Hmmmm, no, not okay. I mustered up a, "I'm actually
doing pretty well, thanks." And carried on.
From this cancer experience
I’ve learned so much. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. For real. I’m
not sad I got cancer. It’s made me a stronger, better person. I’ve
always been a fighter, why back down now. Everyone has their own
troubles, stories and struggles. We all get through them. At first I
thought it was strange I wasn’t sad. To be honest, I thought it was
almost wrong. Everyone else was sad. Why wasn’t I? I study grief counseling so I know everyone’s experience is going to be different. I
had to remind myself of that. I know grief doesn’t come with step by
step instructions -- who am I kidding?
This isn’t all bad. So much
good can come from it. When others try and define our feelings for us,
they try to place us in the box or their template. That doesn’t work for
me and probably doesn’t work for you either. Our lives are all
individualized and unique. No persons story is the same as another.
That’s the amazing thing.
Don’t let someone else
define how you feel. It’s okay to feel how you do. Everyone’s experience
is different. That’s okay. And we could even learn a little something
from one another.
Next time you talk to someone, ask them how they are, let them tell the story.
Deana Ruston, a 23 year old from London, Ontario, Canada (about 2 hours from Toronto), studies grief and bereavement counselling at King's University College at Western University. She has an interest in pregnancy and infant loss, loves to bake, cook and volunteer. Born at 25 weeks gestation, she identifies as a fighter. She won't back down.
Honestly, I wish I had cancer. People care more about people with cancer. I suffer from clinical depression,,and it's horrible.
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