Chapter One: The Nightmare from Which I Cannot Awake
Chapter One: The Nightmare from Which I Cannot
Awake
On Friday, March 11, 1996 I wrote in
my journal. "Found lump in left breast. Went walking with Julie. Told
her." About eleven months before, I'd found a lump in my right breast. It
was a cyst. So, not to worry, I told
myself. I'll just call Dr. Hunt and have
it drained.
I was two
weeks past my fifty-second birthday. My husband, Richard, and I have eight
children—four boys and four girls. At that time they ranged in age from
fourteen to thirty. Four of them were married, and we had four, soon to be
five, grandchildren. Since the first years of our marriage, I had been one of
the lucky ones—a stay-at-home mom. I was a published author. The morning of the
day I was going to find the lump, I had finished proofing the galleys of my
sixth book.
The Sunday
after the finding of the lump, I went to my LDS Relief Society women’s meeting.
The lesson was on improving communication. To summarize the lesson, the teacher
had prepared five or six how-would-you-respond scenarios written on 3x5 cards
for the class to practice the good communication techniques that she had just
taught. She handed them to different women in the class to read aloud and then
tell how they would respond in that particular circumstance. She handed one to
my walking partner, Julie, who was the only person other than Richard to know
about the lump.
When it was
Julie's turn, she read: "Your best friend has just been diagnosed with
cancer. What do you say to her?" My heart froze. Julie was obviously
stunned by the question. She didn’t look up and barely gave an intelligible
answer. Was it a harbinger? Was I being prepared for something? I felt a
nightmare had begun.
My thoughts
went back to a worrisome dream I had several months before. The vivid nature of
the dream and the subject matter made it unforgettable—easily the most
memorable dream of my life. In the dream I was in a situation where I was going
to die. I've tried to remember and can't recall whether I was in a plane or a
car or hospital, or what, but I knew I was going to die. As I realized I was
about to die, I said, "Heavenly Father, it's okay for it to end this way;
I've had a wonderful life." Was the dream a forewarning? I did not feel
any dread or foreboding, but still it was an unnerving memory. Now I had a lump
in my breast. What did it all mean? Where was I headed? I was standing on a
threshold of what I didn't know.
As I went from my primary care
physician—to the hospital for a mammogram—to the radiologist for an ultrasound—to
finding a second lump—to the surgeon—to the hospital to have the lumps excised—to
receiving the diagnosis on April Fools’ Day—to going back into surgery for the
mastectomy and TRAM flap reconstruction—to a month-long recovery—to the
oncologist—to twelve weeks of chemotherapy—to seven months of having no hair on
my body, I thought as each wave of sadness would come: "This is a
nightmare from which I cannot awake."
SUPPORT SESSION #1: The Nightmare from which I
Cannot Awake
Welcome to your first
support session. Each session suggests
activities. Do only what you feel will help you. Despite the commonality of our
experience with cancer, we are very much individuals. There is no “right” way
to get through it. The purpose of these support sessions is to give you courage
and comfort and to prepare you for the next phase of this unplanned adventure
you are taking. The analogy of being on vacation is in point here because vacations
begin and end, as does cancer. Through each stage of your cancer excursion,
take lots of photos, gather souvenirs, write in your journal, make a scrapbook
because when it’s over it’s over. You can’t go back to Egypt and take pictures
when you are safely back home.
1. If you would like to make a history
of your cancer, begin by purchasing a 3-4 inch loose-leaf binder which holds 8
½ x 11-inch paper, lots of blank paper (colors if you like), and plastic cover
sheets. (You could use a blank, bound journal, but the loose-leaf will expand
to hold your souvenirs, photos, and written history.) Then make a title page
for your history. Title it anything you desire such as: My Experiences To and From Cancer; From Victim to Survivor; The
Education of My Life; The History of my Cancer.
(The loose-leaf type history
described above worked then, but twenty years of technology has changed the
ability to make books. By 2016, I’ve made fifteen or so books using several
different online publishing companies. The books are hardbound and have many
glossy, colorful pages, and it is really quite easy to assemble one. I scanned
the photos and dragged them into the software provided by the company and typed
the text. One word of warning. You will make some mistakes in your first book.
So if you are purchasing multiple copies, I suggest you purchase one, use it as
a learning situation, make the corrections, and order again.)
2. I wrote the history of my cancer and
finished it before my first anniversary. This was my reasoning: History is what
happened in the past. When I completed the history and put it on the shelf, it
was past history. Also, writing while it was fresh in my memory made it more
accurate.
3. If you feel like writing about the
discovery of your lump(s) or how you found whatever type of cancer you have, do
so. If you don’t feel up to it right now, make a list of key words and
important facts to remind you of the detail so that when you do feel like
writing, you’ll be able to include dates, places, people involved, and your
thoughts. Get copies of pathology reports, doctors’ and hospital statements,
etc. Have someone take pictures of you before you begin any treatment. Paste
all these items on 8 ½ x 11 papers and protect them in plastic coversheets.
4. Read chapter ten in this book about
Patti, Joanne, and Helen. They belong to your support group and have come to
your home to tell you about their cancer experiences. Here are descriptions of
Patti, Joanne, and Helen to help you visualize them and “hear” rather than just
read their words.
Patti is
5’2” tall with a petite athletic build. She received her breast cancer
diagnosis when she was 42. She is a divorced mother of three, an elementary
school teacher, and a good tennis player. She has lots of dark curly hair and a
youthful face.
Joanne stood
at almost six feet tall when she was young, but at age 70 she is quite bent
over. She is bald and won’t mind showing you. She wears a variety of stylish
blond and silver wigs. She is married but never had children. She is witty and
clever and very optimistic about life. She is on her second recurrence for
ovarian cancer and has had chemo three times. Because of her precarious
condition, she has had to have chemo every month for the past two years. Her
chemo experiences are relevant.
Helen
is 5’4” with dark hair and a gentle face. She was also 42 when she was
diagnosed. She is married and the mother of six. She is tailored and
sophisticated in her appearance. She is extremely compassionate with a soothing
melodious voice. It’s been sixteen years since her diagnosis. Patti, Joanne,
and Helen are proud cancer survivors and happy to share their experiences with
you.
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