15 shitty things cancer has taught me. Yep. You read that right. This one’s a sarcastic rant, so get ready.
As you likely know by now, one of my top cancer pet peeves is the expectation out there that somehow cancer miraculously transforms you into a better version of your former self. You know, there are all those life lessons to learn.
Sure, being diagnosed with cancer makes you an unlucky soul, but at least your diagnosis also automatically granted you enrollment into the Cancer Enlightenment Program, which undoubtedly, you will benefit from.
If not, why not?
(The above is supposed to be sarcasm.)
This line of thinking sort of implies that somehow you needed this experience to get your priorities straight.
Again, there are all those life lessons to learn and epiphanies to be had.
If the transformation theory works for you, fine. But for me, all that enlightenment malarkey is total BS.
I started working on this post a couple years ago, so t’s been sitting in a folder for quite some time. (This is actually a watered-down version.) I hesitate to publish certain posts. This is one of them.
Because it’s a push-back sort of piece that perhaps some will not appreciate. It’s meant to be tongue-in-cheek. Sort of. Not everyone will appreciate my dry humor. Or sarcasm. It’s okay if you don’t.
Don’t take this post too seriously, okay? Then again…
So, you’ve been forewarned.
Enough with the stalling, here we go.
15 shitty things cancer has taught me:
1. I’ve pretty much failed the Cancer Enlightenment Program. Wait, not pretty much. I have failed it.
No grand lessons here. An epiphany? Nope. Have not had one of those. Nor have my priorities been reshuffled. Still me. Not better. Probably worse. But still standing!
2. Being a cancer rebel is still more or less frowned upon. People tend to prefer conformity in (Pink) Cancer Land too.
Stirring things up is still oftentimes a no-no. Don’t make waves is probably the safer course.
3. If it looks like you haven’t moved on, people get uncomfortable. And judgmental. They might even start giving you that raised eyebrow look. (Have you been given the look? If not, be patient. You’ll likely get it.)
Oh sure, you’re allowed a certain amount of time to get over the messy parts, (like a year maybe) but then, it’s time to get on with it, honey. Same deal with grief, btw.
So, at nine years out now, I’ve clearly missed the getting over it deadline. Just one more reason for my big fat “F” in the Cancer Enlightenment Program.
4. Getting your breasts amputated and getting a “free” boob job is still sometimes considered a perk of breast cancer.
I still can’t believe this one.
You might want to read, Ten Reasons Why Breast Reconstruction Is Not a Boob Job!
5. Embrace the pink sisterhood like your life depends on it or else you are doing breast cancer all wrong.
Be strong. Act brave. Keep smiling. Keep your whining to a minimum. Prove you can still do it all. (like you ever could.) And on and on and on…
6. It’s probably best to keep your non-varnished cancer truths under-wraps.
Most people can’t handle the truth. Heck, they don’t even want to hear it.
7. If you refuse to do #6, you will likely be called negative.
So be it. I’ve been called worse.
8. Cancer makes you old before your time.
It just does. And the medical community sometimes isn’t helpful when they no longer know what to do with you, so they start implying that perhaps your long-term side effects and other issues you’re complaining about are probably just normal aging. And when you start realizing they could be right, you feel, well, even older.
(No wonder the elderly often get frustrated. When you’re old, you’re supposed to just suck it up and put up with shit?)
Of course, all this is still better than the alternative.
9. You will likely think of your life in terms of before cancer and after cancer from diagnosis day on out. Or at least I do. Dear Hubby does too.
For some of us, there was also life with breasts and now life without breasts. Pretty sure, deep down Dear Hubby thinks this way too, though he’s too kind to mention it.
Sure, I’ve got a reconstructed chest, but let me tell you, it is nothing like the real deal. Nothing.
10. Cancer is expensive, and I’m lucky to have decent insurance.
I always knew cancer treatment wasn’t cheap, but until you need it yourself, it’s hard to imagine the financial burden.
And then, there is the career upheaval. Another expense of a different sort.
11. Learning your cancer is hereditary sucks.
Now, I not only have to worry about myself, I also have to worry about family members. Cancer sucks. Period.
12. The blame game is still very much alive and well.
All those “did you” questions still lurk.
And now, there are new ones. I call these the “are you now” questions. Are you eating healthier now? What about exercise? Are you exercising more now and if not, why not? Are you still having that glass of wine now? And so on.
(Like I was living recklessly before with no regard to my lifestyle choices and sorta deserved all this.)
13. It’s never over even though many around you might believe, even insist, that it is. Or should be.
My one-word response, mirrors.
14. Cancer brings fatigue.
No need to say more, right?
15. The shittiest thing of all, of course, is that people you care about die from metastatic breast cancer. And the grief is real for those who die that you’ve never met in person too.
Many don’t understand how you can grieve for people you’ve never actually met. But you do. And it’s heartbreaking. Sometimes, I ask myself why I remain online at all.
But then, I do. Because I can’t imagine not.
So, there you have 15 shitty things cancer has taught me. I’m sure there are more, but that oughta do for now. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 sometime. Or not.
If you haven’t yet written down some shitty things you’ve learned from cancer, I highly recommend that you do. It’s therapeutic.
I gotta say, writing this post and then publishing it, too, actually made me feel pretty darn good.
Turns out, the Positivity Pushers don’t know everything.
The Cancer Enlightenment Program be damned!
Now, it’s YOUR turn to share one or two shitty things cancer has taught you.
(If you don’t, I’m gonna look bad.)
It’ll feel good. I promise.
Ready. Set. Go!
Share a shitty thing or two that cancer has taught you.
Do you sometimes feel pressured to stay positive?
Do you ever feel like you’re expected to “find the good” in your cancer diagnosis?
This post is a personal favorite of mine (not sure what this says about me), so I’d really appreciate it if you shared it where you see fit. Thank you!
If you like this post, you might also like my memoir. No sugarcoating. Guaranteed.