Mixed Emotions

Twas two days before Christmas and all through the oncology office, only a few patients were stirring, and I was one of them.  After fighting holiday traffic, or at least Louisville’s version of it, I welcomed the unexpected peace and quiet found in the waiting room this afternoon.  While many people were putting the finishing touches on their holiday plans, I was preparing to take my first tentative steps down the road to recovery from breast cancer.

I still feel like an impostor when I am in the presence of the other patients, and I fight this urge to apologize to them for being there.  I feel a strange mixture of guilt and gratitude.  My heart goes out to those people who appear to be in the midst of an intense battle, and at the same time, I am grateful that my prognosis is promising.  It is hard to feel good, though, when two of my dear friends continue to fight for their lives against cancer, and when I look around the waiting room and see others who are suffering.  Then, there is me, a party crasher in an awful club.

After a quick visit to the lab, I found myself sitting with my oncologist (that still sounds so strange, my oncologist) engaged in a conversation spoken in a new language that I am still learning to speak and comprehend.  Oncotype score.  Stage.  Grade.  Genetic counseling.  Chemotherapy.  Radiation.  Tamoxifen.  And on and on it goes.  Luckily, my oncologist is fluent in this strange new language, and she helps me decipher it and understand it.

Today, she helped me to put the pieces of my treatment puzzle together and explained the method behind her medical madness.  Based on my stage, grade, and low oncotype score, I learned that chemotherapy would not be part of my treatment regime, despite initially being told that it would be required.  Again, I felt conflicted about this news, as I was happy to hear that I would not be subjected to the rigors of chemotherapy, yet I felt sad and guilty that my friends and others did not receive the same news when they were diagnosed.  I also felt a bit of anxiety, as the inevitable what ifs bubbled to the surface of my mind.  What if the cancer returns because I wasn’t aggressive enough?  What if my oncologist is wrong?  What if I don’t respond to the treatment outlined for me?  What if, what if, what if . . .

As I allowed this first bit of information to sink in, I recalled the research I have done about treatment options and came to the conclusion that not having chemotherapy is the right decision for my particular case.  What is the proper protocol for me is radiation and five years of Tamoxifen.  Again, a flood of mixed emotions.  Grateful that I appear to have gotten off relatively easily and unscathed in my fight against cancer, yet so immensely sorry that not everyone has it this easy.  I hate being in this club, and I hate it even more that my friends and strangers alike belong to this club.  Membership does not have its privileges.

For dessert tonight, I swallowed my first Tamoxifen pill, in what will be my new regime for the next five years.  It is one very small step toward the club’s exit door, but it is a step in the right direction.  It is my Christmas wish that everyone in this club gets out of here soon and, more importantly, alive and well.

That’s another story. . .

 



Categories: That's Another Story

Tags: , , , , ,

10 replies

  1. i wish you well on your journey to recovery. each person travels their own path and no need to feel guilty, you are just going with what life has served up for you, and part of it is a recovery. merry christmas to you and yours. beth

  2. Krsti, ongoing prayers are with you and this sounds great and I’m happy for you to be able to miss chemotherapy and may the other club members receive good news as well. Kick it to the curb, Ms Badass!

  3. What good news about your treatment! ! I do hope you and yours have a wonderful holiday! You deserve to have some joy Kristi even as you worry about your friends that are also dealing with cancer. Take care of yourself!!

  4. Kristi you have the support from this side of the world! Big hugs to you and your family and know you are not alone. But I am sure you already know that. You are strong from what I have seen in my small. I know what that ‘guilt’ feels like (not with cancer but with my sis in a coma), so I totally get it, but you have to focus on you right now. You rock!

    • Joel, thanks for your beautiful message, as I really needed a boost right now. I am so sorry about your sister and hope all is well soon. Thank you for everything!

      • Absolutely Kristi! That’sounds what friends are for! My sis is fine now, she wasn’t a few years ago. The day they told us she was going to be ok, right next to us in the hospital they were telling them their loved one died…it was surreal. It was so bizzarre…I have never forgotten that feeling…I don’t think I ever will.

      • So glad that she is okay now, and you captured that surreal feeling so very well. You certainly have a friend in me, and I am grateful for your friendship, creativity, and support.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: