Close the door, keep walking

Close the door, keep walking

Wherever you are, whatever your situation, I wish all readers much happiness, love and wellness for everyday of 2018, these are life’s greatest riches and I hope you find them in abundance.

2017 was a difficult year for us. Although there were some high points, there were also terrors. The kind that bring sleepless nights and frantic days. We learn from all experiences, the good and the bad, but last night we pushed the door firmly closed on 2017.

The wonders and possibilities of 2018 are most welcome because the last 365 days have been a long, hard slog. Though the desire to wipe away the past is strong there are tributes to pay and deep gratitude to note before moving on:

  • For the medics who helped J survive meningitis and J’s will to recover from a very traumatic experience
  • For my father who continues to help others and spares little thought for himself
  • For our journey to the furthest reaches of Norway and our once in a lifetime experience of the Mirrie Dancers
  • For friends and family across the globe, and loved ones lost but never forgotten
  • For food, clean water, warmth and shelter – all so easily taken for granted yet still beyond reach for far too many
  • For life, however long it lasts, because every day is a day further from cancer. This year will be my sixth post-diagnosis.

This new year has barely started but it comes complete with some significant milestones for us, big events that will shape the future in ways we can’t fully imagine as yet. It also comes with lots of blank canvas, new days ready to receive whatever memories we chose to paint there. We are a family of three, and all three of us have brushed with death at an age that is far from being “old.” So as we continue this journey we remain optimistic about the possibilities that lie ahead. There is much to explore and too little time to grumble along the way. We know now that wherever the path takes us, we’ll make the most of it and keep walking on. It is, in every sense, a happy new year.

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Such a long time

It’s been such a long time since I’ve written. Not just here at FEC-THis but anywhere really (except reports for work).

Maybe its because life has been busy and recovering after cancer takes a lot of energy. Maybe it because between living and working there isn’t much energy left for anything else. Or maybe it’s just that dwelling on what’s gone before and fretting over what might lay ahead just isn’t my thing (it really isn’t). I don’t want to remember much about what having cancer did to me though it’s all still too vivid to blank out completely. I guess it takes time.

So here I am almost 5 years on. Still alive, still well – with a few non life-threatening health issues to live with – still working, still being a wife, Mom and daughter and still grateful for all the extra days I’ve had even if the cancer treatment itself was far from idyllic.

Aside from ongoing check-ups I thought I’d put long hospital visits well behind me. But life has a funny way of throwing up issues just when you think it’s approaching what might be called normal. Our latest exploits include spending most the last fortnight in an isolation ward, including a 36 hour stint with no sleep, because my son J contracted meningitis.

Cancer is a really crappy disease and now I know meningitis is really crappy too. Within a few hours J went from being a healthy, active, fit young man to completely bed-ridden, very unwell and mainly unconscious. He didn’t move for almost 48 hours. Fortunately the out of hours GP we saw decided J needed to be admitted to hospital and once admitted, they started IV antibiotics, antivirals and fluids almost immediately. Within about 7 days there was a marked improvement and after about 12 days J was almost his usual self.

Once again we’ve been lucky. Lucky we didn’t ignore the symptoms (earlier the same day we’d been told it might be migraine or sinusitis – he’s never suffered with either), lucky we went to a very seasoned out of hours doctor, lucky we got the treatment needed before any long term damage was caused.

Like cancer, this isn’t an experience I’d want to go through again. Diseases that strike kids and young people seem particularly cruel. As a parent you want to keep your children safe but there are some things you just can’t protect them from. For me, this was one of them and it’s worth knowing that meningitis symptoms don’t always involve a rash.

Lots has happened since the last time I wrote here and most of it has been good / normal / uneventful. But life is unpredictable and I guess there’ll always be a few hiccups along the way. It’s a miracle any of us stay sane!

 

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Leaving hospital… and looking a trillion times better than when we went in ūüôā

 

Hopes for the New Year

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2016 has come and gone.¬†There were a few¬†health hiccups for me along the way but nothing compared to the amount of grief and suffering in the world at large.¬†¬†Now 2017 is here and already people are committing atrocities,¬†inhumane and yet so tragically¬†human. My hopes for a peaceful new year will just have to lie dormant¬†for¬†another 364 days and see what 2018 brings. Something tells me it’ll be much longer before we all wake up to¬†find our¬†planet free from strife with every vestige of¬†humanity behaving as truly civilised.¬†I live in hope though, as I’m sure many others do.

Since¬†world peace is well beyond my capabilities, my hopes for 2017 are considerably smaller and more intimate.¬† While many people have been enjoying the Christmas break, work, study¬†and revision (a lot of revision) have been the order of the day for our family. So my first hope is that those of us who’ve been working get a break and those of us who’ve been revising pass our upcoming exams and settle in to our placements for the year¬†ahead.

My next hope is that my friends and family stay happy and healthy in 2017.¬† Last year was something of a trial for most of us and in the end we weren’t unhappy to¬†wish it¬†goodbye.¬† None of us is equipped to deal with too much death, despair and difficulty in such¬†a short period of time.¬† I know I’m still a bit worn down by it all so a less eventful year on the bad news front together with positive¬†physical and mental wellbeing for all of you is my wish this year.

The last of my hopes for 2017 is a personal one because this year marks the 5 year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis.  If I sat down to write all the things that have happened since June 2012, the challenges, the bête noir, the unending uncertainty and the sheer weight of it all I fear I might lose touch with my sanity.  So instead it shall stay in the past where it rightly belongs and I shall hold hope that health-wise, 2017 is incredibly, remarkably and boringly uneventful for me.  Because uneventful means the likelihood of a reoccurrence, whilst never fully extinguished, is considerably diminished from June onwards.

Whatever you leave behind from 2016 and whatever you hope for from this new year, may health and happiness be your faithful companions in 2017 too.

Remembrance

 

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“It has been said ‘Time heals all Wounds.’ I don’t¬†agree. The wounds remain.¬†¬†In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.¬† But it is never gone.” Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy.

It’s been a long while since my last post to FEC-THis. Summer has come and gone, Halloween and Guy Fawkes too.¬† My country remains¬†perplexed¬†by the decision of the majority of its people to say goodbye to the EU.¬†The same confusion now looks set to grip the US. The catalyst may¬†be different but the root cause¬†seems¬†similar and all the while, pestilence, war,¬†famine and death¬†continue to spread their wares¬†throughout¬†the globe. Tomorrow is Remembrance Sunday, a day when we remember those who have sacrificed themselves to secure and protect our freedom. Over the years many millions have sacrificed yet our freedom remains fragile and we continue to¬†live in¬†troubled times.

It’s good to remember but sometimes it’s good to forget.¬† Or at least try.

So much has happened since I last wrote here, some of it good, some of it not so good. Pre-cancer levels of health and wellness continue to elude me. Simple things like opening jars or bottle tops are more challenging than they might otherwise have been.  Running, climbing (stairs, steep paths, hills) and dancing are all possible in my head but  unimaginably taxing in reality. Reading, reasoning, analysis and deduction take effort when not so long ago they were entirely effortless.

Life is full of compromises and treating cancer to secure more days on Earth has, at least for me, meant sacrificing many things that came easily before.

Being sad or mad about all of this seems the most natural course of action but those emotions take a lot of energy and no amount of rage or sorrow has ever been able to change the past.  Like the deciduous trees shaking off leaves in readiness for winter, weaving rich carpets of amber, bronze and gold, the last few months have been a time of  reintegration. Time to be in the moment, no past and no future, no wraiths from yesterday or castles in the air of some mythical tomorrow. The trauma that was, the scars that are and whatever might light the way or lurk in darkness along the road ahead, none of it matters. It is what it is, no more and no less.

I began this journey because I needed to save my life, but¬†I wasn’t saving it for me.¬†Putting food on the table and a fire in the hearth for those who depend on me¬†has¬†always¬†been the driver. Four years on, I finally realise my¬†overwhelming sense of duty and responsibility¬†for¬†others is nothing short of¬†a¬†Herculean task –¬†one that my¬†tango¬†with cancer leaves me ill-equipped to complete. So¬†I’ve decided Herculean is not for me, whether that’s capturing¬†the Cretan Bull, bringing back the Mares of Diomedes or simply being the person everyone expects to¬†make everything alright. ¬†In an earlier life this¬†decision would’ve left¬†me riddled with guilt, and plagued with¬†thoughts of failure and defeat. Today it brings a gentle air¬†of comfort, long-awaited tranquility and reprieve.

This weekend I’m remembering all those who sacrificed for my freedom and how¬†very grateful to them I’ll always be. In a small and quiet way¬†I’m also remembering myself.

 

 

 

 

A slog more than fight

Until my mid-teens ‘fight’ meant one of three things:

  1. Squabbles between siblings – verbal, physical, but more often than not both.
  2. Altercations between kids at school, rival gangs, or the heavily inebriated having the kind of night they’d completely forget by morning.
  3. Boxing – where men knocked the stuffing out of each other for money in the name of sport. Female boxers were strongly discouraged at the time.

Since then ‘fight’ has taken on some extra meanings:

4. The role the armed forces conduct and lay down their lives for when politicians, fanatics, dictators or megalomaniacs fail to address their differences peacefully and revert to Neanderthal tactics. Clubbing one’s rivals is a proven solution tried and tested over many millennia.

5. The thing people with life-threatening or terminal illnesses are supposed to do, especially people diagnosed with cancer.

As a simple soul I’m ill equipped to explain why a proportion of humanity continue to pursue theological, political and ideological power-games that lead to more serious and deadly forms of the altercations witnessed in my childhood and teens. It must be something only despots truly understand.

I know a little more about the expectation to fight cancer than I’d ideally like and unfortunately its the kind of knowledge that once incorporated is impossible to forget.¬†The language of cancer is frequently the language of war. People fight cancer, battle with cancer or wage a war on cancer because they are fighters, warriors, or even assassins. On some occasions ¬†people win their cancer fight, but rarely is that completely guaranteed. On other occasions we’re told they battled bravely and courageously but sadly passed away. In real terms cancer is a win:lose scenario but whatever the situation, the language of cancer is full to the brim with fighting talk.

Perhaps societally we find it easier to deal with cancer if we say it’s something people fight. Fights can be won so when someone fights cancer there’s a chance they might win. This in turn can help make it a less frightening prospect for everyone else. School sports events conditioned us from an early age to know the winning team is always where it’s at so we rarely hear talk of people giving up, refusing the fight or waving the white flag of surrender. Giving up just isn’t the done thing, we must stay strong and keep fighting. There’s no glory in coming second, we have to win! ¬†When people die (and lots of us will die from cancer) we hear talk of remaining courageous to the end. Perhaps this too is a means to make the truth easier to bear because someone else just lost their life to a disease we barely understand and still cannot prevent or cure.

I don’t like violence and never fully understood how anyone could fight with themselves so the language of cancer has never proven particularly helpful for me. Like it or not cancer is a bunch of our own cells that proliferate forever – cells that somehow manage to step outside the normal circle of life. Cancer¬†is me, albeit an aberrant version. We are all different and for some people fighting analogies might be hugely helpful. For me the whole cancer thing is more of a slog.

Slog:

  1. to work hard over a long period especially doing work that is difficult or boring.
  2. to travel or move with difficulty, for example through wet, sticky soil or snow, or when you are very tired.

Dealing with cancer has taken considerable effort from me and my medical team. From diagnosis to current day I’ve been fortunate to receive nine separate surgical procedures designed to eradicate cancer, deal with the unwanted after effects of previous surgeries and do as much as possible to prevent any return of a disease with a high propensity to spring up elsewhere. In parallel chemo and monoclonal antibody therapies took place over a period of 10 months, again with the aim of preventing reoccurrence so that I might go on living my life in the quiet, peaceful way I’ve come to enjoy.

My cancer journey to date has taken four years, almost 15% of my adult life. In real terms this is very little – for some people including my own mother, aunt and grandmother it took much more.¬†¬†I will always be grateful for every extra second gained through the expertise and determination of my medical team because without them my chances were slim to non-existent. Together we have now done everything possible to help me remain cancer free. Only time will tell if it’s been enough.

I haven’t¬†been fighting for four years, I haven’t been brave or courageous and I don’t feel like a warrior. I faced a situation with few options, underwent gruelling treatment with unintended consequences and continue to rebuild my life, including everyday things like walking and working memory. I’ve been unrelenting for four years, enduring and tenacious, and I often feel tired and decrepit. I keep pushing myself hard because I want to do the things I could pre-cancer. Sitting here waiting or wishing for their return isn’t going to work.

In the time it’s taken to walk this cancer journey so far I could have walked around the Earth twice. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad to be here and largely in one piece but that’s not enough because I’m not old enough to be decrepit. When I can once again walk more than a few hundred yards without days of painful repercussions, when I can go up stairs without grasping the handrail for fear my knees will give way and when I can read a book when tired and not have to re-read it next day I’ll be completely overjoyed.

For me this cancer journey continues even though the cancer itself appears to be gone. It’s much more a slog than a fight.

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The daily prompt – Fight.

Seven words on cancer

Family:

They say blood is thicker than water and it’s easy to see why. My family trudge every step of this path with me no matter how challenging. My Dad remains a rock despite the fact that he’s encountered the journey far too many times before and¬†with no¬†happy ending. My Mum would’ve done likewise if cancer hadn’t robbed her of her life at such an early age. M, J and S remain positive, future-focused and encouraging. They all believe I’ll still be here in 30 years and that’s a¬†wonderful vision to hold on to.

Medics:

These people are amazing. The surgeons, oncologists, sonographers, anaesthetists and nurses are skillful, compassionate and dedicated.¬†Behind the scenes there’s¬†a whole community including¬† histopathologists, biomedical scientists, pharmacists and nutritionists¬†to name but a few.¬† They’re¬†the driving force behind cancer care and cancer research.¬†Many of us would not be here without them.

Invincible: 

We like to think we are and then we find we’re not. Deep down I’ve always been acutely aware of the fragility and vulnerability of all life on our beautiful blue planet, including my own. I spent 35 years attempting to ignore this¬†until cancer provided an uninvited reality-check. So now I know I’m not invincible but¬†I also know I’m more robust – physically, mentally and spiritually – than¬†imagined.

Friends: 

Whatever the weather¬†some friends will weather the ¬†storm with you. They’ll offer to do things for you (or do things anyway because they know you’re too proud to ask), they’ll help put you back together when you’re in pieces and remind you of all the reasons you need to hold on. Other friends will abandon ship. The wife of a friend explained this to me when I was first diagnosed and I thought her judgement somewhat harsh at the time. We stand by our friends when they’re sick or dying don’t we? I owe her an apology and at the same time I give thanks to the all-weather friends who opted to stay with me.

Health:

Must never be taken for granted. Fit and in the prime of life one day, nose-to-nose with death the next, the turnaround is quite a shock. When the shock subsides a subtle awareness of the uphill journey from illness to wellness begins to dawn and the distance¬†seems so vast. It’s also full of boulders and sinkholes. ¬†I never loved my body but I didn’t hate it, even though it was pre-destined to let me down. As a receptacle for my soul it continues to serve it’s purpose and I’m grateful for that. But it doesn’t feel like me anymore and for however long I’m here, I’ll never be able to trust it again.

Time:

Does not last an eternity. It¬†passes in the blink of an eye and once its gone it can’t be revisited.¬† Time is too precious to waste so life-changing events¬†shouldn’t be the catalyst for¬†this vital life-lesson.¬†If the¬†art of valuing time was taught in high school, ¬†future adults¬†might stop¬†deluding themselves that they¬†have all the time¬†in the world, plenty of years ahead¬†and¬†are guaranteed to¬†reach a ripe old age.¬†Write¬†all the¬†time related clich√©s you know on a piece of paper and¬†safely set¬†fire to it. See how quickly it burns?

Death:

We all die. From the day we’re born it’s a one-way ticket and a completely natural part of the circle of life. Developing cancer makes death impossible to overlook and also brings the very real possibility that it will arrive much sooner than anticipated. There’s no getting away from this, no amount of worrying or soul-searching can change the shape of things to come. All I could do was find a way to live with it and in doing so savour¬†every second¬†of every minute¬†of¬†life in this very moment.

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Work, Worth & the winding road to Wellness

Alongside fear, uncertainty and the possibility of a life curtailed cancer brings many other undesirable consequences. These issues receive little media attention and this lack of publicity coupled with poor employer, government and public awareness means the implications for individuals, families and the economy at large remain hidden from view.

I know most about breast cancer so will highlight the issues through a lens I am all too familiar with. In almost all cases people diagnosed with breast cancer will require some form of surgery and surgery inevitably requires time in hospital as well as time to recover. For many cancer patients it is not a stand alone event. Even without complications people with breast cancer may find themselves facing multiple surgeries over a period of years in order to ensure the physical aspects of the disease and its aftermath are fully taken care of. As well as surgery, many patients also require additional treatments such as radiotherapy, chemotherapy, hormone or immunotherapy. These treatments can take months or years and frequently come with side effects, some of which may be permanent. Like surgery, these treatments often require regular trips to hospital for their administration or follow-up which inevitably requires some time away from work.

Cancer is an expensive business because treatments and the time taken to administer them are both are expensive. But this is only part of the story. More of us are developing cancer, more of us are developing it at a younger age and worryingly, that trend looks set to continue. Economic pressures and fragilities make it very unlikely our countries can afford the significant costs involved in providing disability benefit for hundreds of thousands of working age cancer patients who suddenly find themselves out of work. Yet despite legislation, e.g. the Equality Act in the UK or the US ADA, many working age cancer patients still find themselves facing discrimination, exclusion from the workplace and enforced redundancy. There are many good employers in the world but there are also far too many who remain ill-informed and retain outdated policies that fail to adapt to the changing face – and health – of the workforce.

This lack of awareness and inflexibility is short-sighted because it places enormous strain on the economy let alone the hardship it inflicts for individuals and their families. Research highlights that cancer survivors work at least as hard as their colleagues and take less time off for trivial illnesses when compared to other employees. In competitive employment markets where demand for skilled workers is high, finding ways to retain the services of cancer patients is therefore good for business, good for the individual and good for the economy as a whole. Although some cancer charities have attempted to provide relevant employer education and awareness, a straw poll of friends with cancer suggests there is still much to do on this front. It’s time governments and mainstream media joined forces on this issue because most cancer patients don’t want to be consigned to the dole queue or long term disability payments. It is more than an issue of income or economy, it’s also an important factor in an individual’s perception of their personal contribution and self-worth.

In many societies the way we perceive ourselves, our confidence, standing, personal and social usefulness is now intrinsically linked with our work. Our jobs, particularly when we’ve trained for them for many years or worked hard to achieve particular goals, have become part of who we are. We measure our worth not only in terms of the salary we earn but the contribution we make as employees. Cancer patients who are forced to give up work often suffer a huge sense of grief and a damaging loss of self-worth at a time when stability and security are of paramount importance. It is not the case that early stage cancer patients need less demanding jobs because they won’t be able to “keep the pace” after treatment. It is not the case that all stage 4 patients are too unwell to work, or will prefer to “spend their remaining time doing other things.”

The number of patients dealing with depression, PTSD or social anxiety as a result of enforced loss of work is significant and likely to increase as the number of working age cancer patients increases. Once again this presents a drain on local and national resources that extends well beyond the realms of individual suffering so it’s time governments and mainstream media joined forces on this issue too. Unemployment creates all kinds of social, economic and psychological problems so keeping people in work has to be a primary aim. With more lateral thinking, more flexible employer attitudes and the application of some everyday common sense, keeping people in work is rarely impossible in an age where we can connect from anywhere, converse from anywhere and complete most computer-enabled processes from anywhere. Even in more manual jobs it’s possible there are tasks employees can usefully and successfully complete with some creative thought about job design and desired outputs. We need to reach a point where pushing people out of their jobs because they have cancer is a decision of last resort.

Awareness of cancer as a critical and chronic disease has increased quite significantly in recent times but awareness of its wider implications – for individuals, families, employers, society and the economy as a whole – remains shrouded in mystery, myths and misinformation. We all have a role to play in unveiling and addressing these important issues because they aren’t going away. Without action and in a world where cancer is increasingly affecting younger people of working age these issues willcontinue to affect our children and our children’s ¬†children if we fail to act.