I am not in a very good place today. So, if you are looking for an uplifting cancer post (I still don't understand for the life of me why essays about a potentially terminal disease are supposed to be...happy), this probably isn't for you.
I'm sick. I ate some curry yesterday; I had a normal appetite, and there was severe weather with tornadoes touching down close by and time spent hunkering down in the basement with the kids playing fusbol and I just didn't feel like cooking so we ordered in. And then today, I think I have lost two pounds from sickness. This is not food poisoning. This is chemo. I don't know what to eat anymore. I will eat pizza and assume I will get sick and it doesn't happen. Then I eat something that I am normally fine with and get sick as a dog. Most of the time, I am making dinners like baked salmon, cous cous and peas, which is what we will eat tonight. I have always been a person with pretty healthy habits, though I do like my dessert when it's there. So please don't tell me that I have cancer because I have been known to eat pizza. (I hate having to say things like that over and over again, but I am just plain tired of people constantly implying that cancer is not a disease at all, it is just the culmination of all the bad habits we cancer patients supposedly had in the past. I didn't have them, people. A lot of us didn't. This is cell biology gone wrong). And I am extremely busy at work, and with my kids, and I'm just...tired. I actually decided to take a precious half day off this afternoon because of all this; given that I just started a new job on Sept. 1, I don't have many of these days at my disposal.
So feeling sick is getting me down. Not having my period this month is getting me down. But I am also jut having a few days in which I'm feeling down because I am dealing with a heavy load of bullshit, whether I am supposed to admit to that or not. Last night while Gabe was giving the kids a bath, I was downstairs listening to music and I started "crying" which is not normal-person crying but Katy Jacob-crying, so there were a few tears in my eyes that couldn't figure out how to fall. After putting the kids to bed, I told him why I was upset:
"I'm probably just not going to live very long, am I?"
And of course, he didn't know what to say.
This sentence that I said to my husband, who just kissed my hand and sat there looking silently crestfallen, falls in a long line of sentences that are supposed to be unspoken. I have uttered many of these here and out loud in my real corporeal life. They include the following:
No, I don't want you to have a vasectomy. You are a young man. If I die, I want you to be able to have kids with someone else.
I don't believe this was part of any plan. I just think that shit happens, all kinds of shit.
No, I really don't have any of the risk factors, lifestyle, genetic or otherwise, that are known for this disease. And yet I got it anyway. Twice.
The statistics that are thrown out there are lies. Stage 1 breast cancer might be known for 95% survival rates, but that is not true for triple negative disease, and that statistic is a 5 year survival rate only. As many as a third of women with early stage disease will develop metastatic disease, and all of those women will have incurable cancer. I could be one of them. Easily.
Being thin and extremely active and healthy in all other aspects of my life and doing a shit ton of toxic chemo and radiation did not kill my cancer. Neither did acupuncture.
Being young, especially under age 35 at first diagnosis, makes my prognosis much more grim.
Not being BRCA+ is probably another negative in my situation.
This is not about being heroic or being a bad ass. This is about survival on the most basic level.
It's very hard to be in this situation with young children. Other people long for the past when their kids were smaller. I long for the future, for choosing high schools and colleges, and weddings and first apartments and even grandchildren, but I often imagine these things without myself being in the picture. I just think of the future they will have, with or without me. And it's hard. I also imagine the other partner or partners I hope my husband would have, and I try not to think about the effect my premature death would have on my mother.
This is not my first flirtation with death. It is my fifth. I have been close to death five times. It is, as they say...enough.
This is also not my first flirtation with physical disability. I have had a lot of bad things happen to my body. It's not as if you are only given one trial. Some people are tried all their lives. There is no reason why I would not be one of those people, and there is no reason you deserve to NOT be one of those people any more than I do.
I've got a gun at my head, all the time. The first question is whether the man holding it (I always imagine that it's a man) will pull the trigger. The second question is, if he does, how long will it take to die?
I hate putting disclaimers in my blog, like the following, but I feel some obligation to do so, because otherwise people will shun me. It's just a fact:
None of this means that I am a depressed person sitting here thinking dire thoughts. Most of the time I am watching football, working, telling my kids to get shit done, chatting with friends, cooking, going to the gym, not thinking about cancer at all. But these unspoken words and sentences can be like an albatross around the cancer patient's neck. No one wants to hear it, but it's hard to just keep it all in your head. So you just need to cut off the albatross' legs and listen to it scream.
That's it. That's all I've got today. Wounded birds and unspoken thoughts, both being released into the cloud.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Day 1,248: The Unspoken
Posted by Katy Jacob at 12:44 PM
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Well, I'm crying Tracey tears, which are definitely not Katy Jacob tears.ReplyDelete
Love you, Katy. Thinking about you lots today.ReplyDelete
I was just talking about you to my husband last night. How, I should probably share this with you more, but since I'm also a person who can't cry, I don't, that I think of you often and am always sending love your way.ReplyDelete
This is all a torture you don't deserve, Hon.ReplyDelete
I of course cry rather well.ReplyDelete
But this isn't about me my darling, so please don't ever let it be.
I can only imagine a long long long life for you because it is all I can imagine
and ever will.
I wish that those doubts you have about that future you long for had never had a reason to raise their incredibly loathsome heads. And I would, of course, take them and their reason away if I could, but I can't.
So I cry, not because I imagine a shorter time for you, but because you imagine that - and as Julie so aptly put it - that is a torture you don't deserve - and one I am powerless to stop.
We live near each other, although you are city and I am country. I share your fears about the future and also try to cry-but nothing comes out. The whole thing really pisses me off. None of us deserves this.You are not depressed, you are human! By sharing you have spoken words we have all thought, but never had the guts to say.For this I thank you!ReplyDelete
All I can say is yes, I get it. Even though I haven't been there twice. I get it. And I'm sorry.ReplyDelete
I was fighting against a stage IV cancer and i won, lucky my husband who helped me all the time.I think it is very important that family support to win, because i was very weak;really helped me participate in one group of victims of cancer, so my mood improved, also helped me a adviser of advisercancer-diseases.com(they are doctors).I recomended not surrender, because sometimes the first treatment does not work as me, and change doctors if it is necessary.Read positive thinking books gave me more energy.During my cancer,i changed my diet,now i eat vegetarian organic food(now i not eat meat).I think is a set of things that help me.ReplyDelete
All of your fears are real and you need to allow some for them. But tomorrow, wake up and go about the business of living, because you are.ReplyDelete
I don't know how to say this cuz it may sound like I'm selling but I'll say it just the same cuz I feel morally and socially obligated. This "supplement" "miracle drug" called Laminine was recommended to me when I had pancreatic CA (stage 3)about a year ago. I took 3 capsules in the morning and 2 at night on an empty stomach (at least 2 hours after meals and 30 minutes before meals). In just 2 weeks I gained weight, I had more energy, I had appetite and I felt better. I'm now free of CA and that's without chemo. There are other testimonies of cure from CA (any kind-breast, colon, prostate etc) and other diseases like stroke, diabetes. You can google it if you want.ReplyDelete
Anyway, here's were I ordered it:
and click join.
There are others selling it but I'll stick with what I've tried which is the url above.
I don't want to keep your hopes up and actually I don't want to read anything about cancer but as I said I feel obligated to share it. Please get well soon. God bless