Cancer's Lessons on Love

I think for many of us, the word cancer conjures up images of hairless scalps and hospital rooms and colored ribbons and walks for cures.  We think of kids with leukemia and women with breast cancer and smokers with lung cancer.  In terms of media and popular representations of cancer, there is a group of people that seem to totally be skipped over--those from 15 to 39.  Until I was diagnosed, I didn't realize that as a 28-year-old, I thought of cancer as some far-off thing that might happen to me much later in life.  I think I somehow subconsciously thought that if cancer didn't affect me as a child, I would be safe from it until I was elderly, or at least more advanced in age.

Even though I've only known about my cancer for three days, my perspectives regarding and perceptions of the C-word are changing.  I'm learning that it's not all chemotherapy and hospital stays and planning for the end.

What I've discovered after three days of knowing about my cancer (and I write this to sound like a generalized experience, but know that it is actually specific only to me):

1. A diagnosis makes you an insomniac.  You find yourself up at 3AM trolling the Blue Shield and American Association of Endocrine Surgeon websites, trying to find a skilled doctor that is part of your insurance network.  Or, you start Googling the scientific words they used in your biopsy report to figure out what the hell they're actually saying about your cancer cells.
2. You will find yourself in the bathroom a lot.  It will feel like you're getting an ulcer.  Food won't agree with your stomach.  You'll wake up and run immediately to the restroom.  You'll realize that at a time when you should be taking the best care of yourself ever, you end up making poor food choices because the bad foods comfort even if you can't digest them.
3. You will become an experienced ugly-crier, complete with snot over-production, mascara-stained cheeks, and whaling sounds.  The hardest moments will be when you find yourself alone and in a quiet place.  Those are the moments when you don't feel like you have to hold it together or be strong for anyone, and all you'll be able to hear amidst the silence is your conscious reminding you, "I have cancer."

But, in all seriousness, I think the reality of my condition hit about 30 hours after I learned about my diagnosis.  I was driving home from work, and I just started crying uncontrollably.  All day I was assisting customers with their needs, focusing on solving problems and finding what they were looking for, while being totally distracted from my own woes.  But it's once I got in my car and didn't have to smile anymore or be helpful or take care and be supportive of anyone else that I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.  It's hard to muster up strength to meet people's needs when really you just want to collapse for a while and let someone carry you.  In some ways, going to work has been beneficial because it does serve as a distraction, but I think it's going to take time for me to learn that it's okay to go home and be weak.  He is sufficient to be my strength once I'm not distracted, and He's given me my family to share in His duty of carrying me through this without my having to feel guilty.

And I think that's the hardest part.  Realizing that despite the fact that you're stronger than you ever realized, you're simultaneously weaker than you every dreamed possible.  I guess that's the beauty of His power being made perfect in weakness.  He provides you with strength and hope and courage and tenacity, while also bringing you to terms with your need to seek help and accept compassion and rely on others without being able to offer anything but gratitude in return.  You will likely see an outpouring of love, and all you can do is accept it and realize you deserve it because you're invaluable and that people don't expect you to feel indebted to them in any way.  I guess I'm discovering that cancer teaches you about love.