Rebeca, a blogger friend of mine, pens The Small C, about her experience since her cancer diagnosis at age 32. Her most recent post raises an excellent question: if she had the ability to erase the memory and experience of being diagnosed with cancer, would she want to?
I know my answer: a resounding NO!
Understandably and without question, cancer has changed my life and the lives of those closest to me. I make decisions differently these days, as do my closest friends and family. Some people have pleasantly surprised me and others have done nothing other than disappoint.
Sure, my life revolves daily around having cancer, which acts as the foil against which every thing I do every day is reflected. But, in so many ways, my quality of life has never been better.
Let me say that again: my quality of life has never been better.
I like to think that cancer has made me a better husband, father and friend. And, quite frankly, I like the guy I am today.
Without a doubt, I’d prefer not to have had cancer at all, but that’s not the question. While cancer is never a good thing, like anything else, how one deals with it is the key. Perhaps once or twice over the past few years I have actually become momentarily distraught but, overall, I’ve taken it in stride and, as much as possible, made the best of it. My approach to treatment and my general outlook have been resolutely realistic and neither rosy nor bleak. This is the only approach that makes any sense to me.
This is the hand I’ve been dealt and, thankfully, I’ve been given the resources to handle it well.