Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Four-Point-Five Years

I just rewrote my cancer page, and thought you might like to hear what I've got to say. It's 4 1/2 years now, and I've got fresh views on the matter, and I look at these photos my friend Juanita took and they shake me like a thunderclap. In a good way. 

Remembering is better than forgetting, it keeps my heart moving in the right direction. 
Amanda xx


I wanted to write a page about breast cancer because I never in a million lifetimes thought it would happen to me.

And then, it did. 


I was 31 when I was diagnosed, young and healthy. I'd just picnicked away my first real-mother Mother's Day with Robbie and Nelle, who was 8 months old and cheek-pinchingly delicious. One doctor had already told me not to worry too much about the lump in my breast. I was breastfeeding, after all. I used to run marathons.

But I did worry, and got a second opinion - and so it began. The mammogram | the ultrasound | the biopsy | the diagnosis | the tears | the surgery | the waiting | the bone scan | the CT scan | the prognosis | the chemotherapy | the needles | the poison | the infertility | the baldness | the fatigue | the radiation | the sore skin | the menopause | the tamoxifen | the uncertainty | the check ups | the MRI scans | the oophorectomy ...

The closing of some doors and opening of others.


Ha. Maybe you think I'm joking, but breast cancer has opened doors, and defined me, in unexpected ways. I'm not going to say that it was the greatest thing ever to happen to me {because it wasn't - it was shit}, or that it was worth it for all I learned {because I was blissfully happy being immortal}. But I have learned from cancer, I have gained from it.

I met lovely friends - some of whom are gone now, and deeply missed; I acquired the ability to say no, without feeling guilty; I reconsidered my career path, and found a new direction that's truer to my priorities; I no longer live like I'm immortal; I take care of myself; I don't wait around to do things; I try to gain as many experiences as possible; and I Love. With a capital L.


Four-point-five years out, I still think about cancer in some form or another every day. I think about dying; I drink a glass of wine and then feel guilty about it; a glance at my daughter makes me teary; I scan medical research for treatments or prognoses or ideas and email my oncologist.
I'm like that. It's my traitorous body.

Sometimes, these days, I get meditative ... and mortality seems more natural, more ok. It happens to all of us - we become particles of the world around us again, and that's pretty fucking cool. I'm just not ready to go through cancer again - my daughter's only just starting school, I'm only just starting my post-doc | real-job | freelance writing life.

So to quench my doubts, I have another prophylactic - a workout, a cup of green tea, a tamoxifen, a cuddle, an oophorectomy - and give recurrence the virtual finger.


I guess what I really want to say is that it's important to get your own Self checked out, when you feel like something | anything might be wrong. Close your eyes and listen. Cancer in younger women is often overlooked, mis-diagnosed; and tends to be faster-growing and more aggressive, so it's even more important to detect it early. And though us girls are collectively busy - trying to start careers and have babies and suffer through dates and god-knows-what-we're-up-to - we have to get ourselves checked out.

Pinky promise you will.

Anyway, don't be sad, or scared. I'm not. Everything's going to be ok, I know that. I'll spread my little dandelion seeds into the world and then move on, just like we all do. I'm just going to hang around here till I'm old and gray and getting told off by my grandchildren for doing too much. 

Till then, as far as I'm concerned, cancer can fuck off.
Amanda xx

PS. If you'd like to check out the photoessay my talented friend Juanita created {including these and more photos}, or some of the other articles about cancer in young women, I've created a page here.

6 comments:

Paula said... [Reply to comment]

I hadn't *met* your before your cancer so I don't know if it was because of the cancer that you became such a wise, insightful and inspirational woman or if you were always so. You know, it really doesn't matter. The fact is, you are. I'm just happy that we met through Frosting for the Cause and I'm delighted that you are marking 4.5 years. I look forward to reading your future anniversary posts, right into your grannyhood.

God bless and thanks for being such a beautiful soul.

Amanda @ Easy Peasy Organic said... [Reply to comment]

@Paula Paula, thank you. Your comments always make me feel so wonderful :)

Kim @ The Soulicious Life said... [Reply to comment]

Love, love, love your honesty, including the f bombs.My husband says I drop too many of them but they have such force! :-) Here's to your milestone, having moved forward with re-organized priorities, and living with a positive attitude. Sadly, many who have always been "well" don't live as purely as you do. Rockstar!

Amanda @ Easy Peasy Organic said... [Reply to comment]

Thank you, Kim,
you know, originally, I had the f-bombs hidden ... but then I heard my own voice speaking these words and I knew they had to be there. They're how I feel at its truest.

So go forth, friend, with your f bombs! be authentically pissed off | amazed | confused !

Cheryl said... [Reply to comment]

You take my breath away.

xo

Sherilyn said... [Reply to comment]

So beautifully said - you are an inspiration sharing yourself here. Maybe that's why I have shared your blog with so many of my patients faced with a similar journey.. Thank you so much from me and them. I hope you are well and that 2013 brings you everything you wish for xxx

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