My mom had a lump removed over a year ago…didn’t get clear margins, went back in and took a little more, and then they were satisfied. She had a month of radiation, and now is on tamoxifen. She’s recovered her strength, but not completely…hey, she’s well over 80 and wasn’t terribly active to begin with, what with the arthritis and all, but she’s doing fine.
The whole family showed up for her initial consultation, and went to the hospital a week later for the surgery, but for the second pass only my daughter went because it was scheduled at the last minute and I had to work. I’ve driven her to one or two appointments, but she handled all the radiation appointments on her own because she scheduled them for the middle of the day. She has handled the whole thing with such nonchalance that we had no option but to do the same. I feel kind of odd about it, because I see so many others getting caught up in the whole process…doing research, agonizing, worrying…and our family has just sailed through, a little mystified at all the fuss. But then her cancer was caught so early, and she’s so old that it wasn’t an agressive form of breast cancer, and it all went so smoothly that I’m not even sure she feels like a cancer patient. She said she decided not to worry because she figures the doctors know what’s best for her, so why fret?
So tonight is the Relay For Life cancer walk that so many members of my church participate in, and once again I didn’t go, didn’t contribute, didn’t participate, because I just have no strong feelings about the whole situation. After the initial bout of fear, the whole thing just sailed right by me…and I live with my mom! I see her everyday! I should be more involved, more upset, more concerned…but I’m not. And that worries me. Sometimes, though not often. Which also worries me. I know I’m not callous and unfeeling. But we were so lucky, and had such an easy time, that it seems a bit unreal.
Hope your mom has just as easy an experience. Hope you have a good local support sysem for cancer patients (Mom loves the quilt and prayer shawl she was given by different groups, even if she hasn’t felt the need to go to a support group…she’s not a joiner, but appreciates the attention.)