Keeping my emotions in check has been interesting. While I have valid reasons for suddenly feeling completely freaked out and begin see the panic rise, I fight it down and contain it. Case in point. A miniscule mole on the side of my thigh seems to be getting darker. Now up until the weekend I was not even aware that I had a mole there…it’s that small. As of late, however, I’ve been paying extremely close attention to this vessel of mine. I will call the BC Cancer Agency to inquire if this is a major concern. And the thing of it is it looks much darker here at work than it does at home. Go figure. Perhaps its the lighting. I don’t know.
Does it mean something sinister? Is this thing spreading?
The emotional component to all of this is taxing. I have mini-wars with myself on a daily basis. I want answers. But then don’t we all? More than anything I want to be part of the solution to solving the riddle around cancer.
We all have the genetic potential to have cancer. So what causes it to mutate in some and not others?
I have known of people who smoked and drank and lived an altogether unhealthy lifestyle who have lived to a ripe old age.
I also know of people living extremely healthy lifestyles who end up developing cancer. Doesn’t make sense, does it? This thing doesn’t pick and choose. Whatever the trigger is once it’s pulled, it then becomes a dance of sorts.
I have just over two weeks before my surgery and I am feeling so incredibly anxious. I want this thing in me gone. These moments of panic, of fear, of reckoning…
I want to feel healthy and fit, happy and alive.
Always, regardless of my weight, I have been a strong woman. Now I feel as though that is challenged as well. It’s not letting the emotions run away on me. Of keeping them contained. Reassurance that all will be well is at times followed by what if it’s not.
I commented to a friend on the weekend that this year seemingly has just flown by yet these weeks have suddenly begun to drag out…painful so. I ask myself if what I am currently experiencing was evident prior to diagnosis and I honestly cannot say.
Once those words were spoken I shifted so dramatically. Now it is simply a matter of maintaining the emotional fortitude to get through to the surgery date. I just feel as if something should be done other than waiting. I have no doubt that everyone in my position feels like this.
I don’t like feeling anxious. In fact it is something I’ve worked and focused on the past few years.
I close my eyes and breathe. Feel the oxygen move through my body and tamper down the swell of emotions that threaten to engulf me. The storm continues around me. The trick is to stay in the eye of it as this too will pass. A prayer, a whisper and hope infuse the desperate heart that beats rapidly during these moments.
I will be fine.