am I not brave?
2016 has been a rubbish year so far. Many of my idols from my youth have died:
Lemmy, David Bowie, Glenn Frey. I could
go on. Then at the end of January the comforting
voice that was there throughout my life was lost: the presenter and broadcaster
Terry Wogan succumbed to cancer. Terry
was always there in the mornings on the radio and seemed an ever present on my
television.
I read some articles today on his passing. One thing they had in common was their
commendation on his bravery for keeping his cancer diagnosis and prognosis a
secret from all but his family and closest friends. And I echo those sentiments. The cancer community, no matter how large, is
just that. A community. A community of people united by whatever
strain of cancer they have. And united
by their struggle to live with it, its symptoms, its complications, its
treatment and its consequences.
But this got me thinking about my own
diagnosis. Or to be more accurate, how
I’ve handled it and continue to deal with it.
Yes, I feel an affinity with the cancer community. I am a part of it. In fact, and you might find this strange, I
am proud to be a member of it. And a
number of very close friends are fully paid up members too.
But me?
Personally?
Well, I’ve never felt that I’m battling or
fighting cancer like many sufferers do.
Does this mean I am not brave?
I live with the fact that my next blood test or
bout of bone pain might reveal that my cancer is back. This frightens me. Does my fear mean that I am not brave?
I know that due to side effects I have
experienced, some avenues of future treatment are not open to me. This really concerns me. Does my concern mean that I am not brave?
I sometimes cry because my life as I knew it,
along with those of my close family has been shattered by myeloma. Do my tears mean that I am not brave?
And, more relevantly, I decided to tell
everyone who was interested about it that I had cancer and indeed to write
about it openly and frankly on this blog.
Does this openness mean that somehow I am not brave? Or to be more precise, not as brave as
someone who has kept it secret?
Of course it doesn’t.
The rationale behind my openness (and believe me
it was not a decision I took lightly) was that if I could reach just one person going
through the hell that living with the pain and uncertainty myeloma is, and then
let them know that they can still have something like a fulfilling life and
most importantly retain a sense of humour, then it was justified.
But more importantly every cancer sufferer
needs or deserves to know that however they choose to deal with their illness,
however open or private, fearless or frightened they are about it, they are no
more or less courageous than any other person facing up to it in their own
personal way.
I don’t see myself as being brave. I see myself as just someone who has cancer
and is never going to get better. I
accept that I’m going to experience periods when I’m relatively healthy and
periods when I am going to be very, very ill.
Moreover, I accept that I can no longer do many things I used to enjoy. I try to deal with all of this with dignity. But sometimes I can’t - and I curse my luck, moan,
complain and cry.
Not sure how to comment on this....we fight our battles in our own ways. The trick is to keep fighting. Battle on!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Robin. This is intended to make people think and perhaps push comfort zones. I hope I succeeded?
ReplyDeleteYes, everyone is different, and we never know how we will react to a situation until it hits us.
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