Friday, April 16, 2010

Layers of Strength

I usually think of myself as a pretty hardy soul.  Most of us like to think of ourselves that way.  No one wants to feel vulnerable and unable to cope.  Looking at the job I have at work, it is pretty demanding and to be the best is a testimony to always doing everything perfectly and on time.  That was me.  Always finishing first.  If I didn't, then I considered it a failure.

But this cancer thing is different.  You have to be a REALLY hardy soul with lots of layers of strength to make it through from beginning to end in this stuff.

And there are so many layers of strength.  Sometimes I marvel at all the things I have been able to quietly tolerate and not yell, "You are going to do what?"

You have to find the first layer of strength just to absorb the body blow after being told you have cancer.  Do you know what that does to you?  It was always in the back of my mind that it may come back, but I did everything I was told to do.  The doctor told me my cancer was gone.  GONE!  N.E.D. (No Evidence of Disease in cancer speak)  But, in the back of my mind, I thought, it got in before, it can do it again.  Another layer of strength.

Then it's on to the world of treatments and scans and surgeries and medicines. Doesn't sound too bad till you are the one that is getting the treatments, scans, surgeries, and medicines.  Lots more layers needed there.  Thankfully, most of my scans and procedures have not been too invasive. Well, at least that is what I like to think, but actually, they've been kinda tough.  Getting a biopsy done by guiding a long needle down my spine to the tumor, having every doctor wanting to 'manipulate' the growth to check location.  OUCH!  Having the port put in was major and everyday when I look in the mirror, I see the scar.  Every time I shower, I feel the bump.  Just lifting my left arm a certain way will cause the port to shift and remind me that I have cancer and nothing is normal any more.

Just having all the procedures and going in for the reports takes another layer of strength.  You have to be ready for anything a doctor may say.  Another layer of strength.  There have been times when I was very proud of myself for maintaining my composure while the doctor went on and on about all the things going on in my body and what must be done.  Trying to remove myself from the picture, pretending we are talking about someone else.  Another layer of strength....but ultimately, you know, that scan they just flashed up on the screen.....is you. 

Your family/husband/friends need layers of strength too.  Call it protection.  They need a layer, actually an iron glove, to fit tightly around their hearts, because they take such a beating over time.  They have to find a layer of strength to watch as you go through countless procedures, just to live or stop the pain. I have seen that look in John's eyes, wishing he could do something to make it easier for me.  But he couldn't, I have to be the one.  Another layer of strength.



Like I said, this fight is not for the weak.  Lots and lots of layers upon layers of strength are needed to pull my wagon through all of this.


PCQ

8 comments:

annie456 said...

You have been one of the strongest women I know throughout the time I have known you!! I have always admired that part of you-for many years even before your cancer was diagnosed. And you are still strong now, still being an example to us all on how to stay positive, cope with agonizing decisions, and how to live life to the fullest!!
Hang in there!! We all love you!

Kimmy said...

I know that you and your family are uplifted in prayer...everyday.
You are loved. Your church family is here. Call on us when you want and/or need to.

PORKCHOPQUEEN said...

Thank you Annie and Kimmy! Your comments mean more than you will ever know. God is LOVE!

Mindy Denton said...

With a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye I just want to say that I admire your strength so much! You probally could never imagine how many lives you have touched and saved through your wagon journey. You are truly an angel sent from above. I pray God will continue to provide those layers that are needed to pull your wagon. John I so admire you as well (you are a wonderful husband)!! Love ya!

Mindy Denton said...

I have my blog under my son's name Landon Denton. I think that is why his name post when I leave a comment. Just wanted to let you know that it Mindy!!

PORKCHOPQUEEN said...

Thanks Mindy, your words mean so much and I hope you know how much I love you. You are special, you're one of mine!

Anonymous said...

Keep pulling from the depths and layering it on. Don't forget its okay to pull the covers over your head sometimes too. You can cry and scream, even beat your pillow into submission. Denial is not a river in Egypt. It's a legitimate coping strategy when we are afforded the opportunity to access it. This ain't no dress rehearsal, this is it, these are our days, to feel pain, to feel fear, to be brave, to feel the power of love and life. Keep feeling the strength, don't lose your dreams, and never, ever lose your sense of humor. From one survivor to another........with love, Libby

PORKCHOPQUEEN said...

Thanks Libby, sometimes kicking and screaming does actually help! Hope you have a wonderful time with half of the Clark Bunch + One. I know you will make more wonderful memories with that all of that love!!