An Unwelcome Guest in the Back of My Mind
“I think if you give in to the panic, to the fears, to the unknown, then you give up your life. It's just not possible to live that way, and all of us do want to live.”
Last week, a friend asked me how cancer patients manage to stay interested in the mundane things that make up day-to-day life. I wrote that cancer doesn't take away everything that we were before, every bit of our former life. We still hold on to the same interests and concerns. A man named Jeff wrote in to respond, and he took this issue to another level. His question wasn't how do you maintain some semblance of a normal life. He asked how you keep going at all:
"I'm wondering how you can have cancer and not be consumed by it every minute. How can cancer, which is constantly life threatening not have you running to the emergency room every minute because you don't know what's going on inside your body? How can you possibly relax and not get panic attacks every minute with the terrible things that can happen from cancer at any time?"
I am not consumed by the cancer all the time. It's not far from my mind ever, but I think that's different than being consumed by it. It's just in there. If I stop and think about it, I guess the fears and the concerns will come back pretty quickly, but most of the time, it's just sitting in the back of my mind like an unwelcome guest.
But no panic attacks. I'm not quite sure how to explain it. I guess we have all learned patience. We've had to. You just can't live in a constant state of crisis. The hospitals make you learn patience as well. There's time, and then there's hospital time, which can be different by several hours. You have to wait for test results, or for the experts to look at your scans. This is just not a situation where you can get immediate results. So as difficult as it can be, you just have to learn to wait.
I think if you give in to the panic, to the fears, to the unknown, then you give up your life. It's just not possible to live that way, and all of us do want to live. That means more than just surviving. It means trying to do the best we can to still live meaningful lives, lives that are rewarding, that count for something. I'd be lying if I said that all of us don't worry, become afraid or imagine the worst. We may even panic at times. But most days, there just isn't enough time for that kind of thing.
6:27 AM ET | 12-12-2006 | permalink

