The Big News
Friday, May 11, 2007
There is no easy way to put this. With each person I have told, I have chosen to be straightforward, because attempting to soften the subject matter would only make the news hit harder. So, here it is.
I have been diagnosed with cervical cancer.
I found out yesterday afternoon, and that is the first time I have actually typed those words out and read them back to myself. Cervical cancer. What a strange thing to clack out on my keyboard: a sentence structured so that cancer is the object and I is the subject. I am the subject.
I want to have thoughts and feelings about it, but I don't yet. I sit here at the keyboard, listen to the white noise hum of the laptop, and stare into the nothing of a blank screen. I want to be eloquent; I want to sound somber while conferring a touch of levity to lighten the load of a subject that was only whispered about when I was a child in the seventies. I wonder Am I feeling anything? and check my mind as though going through pockets to look for loose change. Nope, nothing yet.
The truth is that I felt something was off with me back in the fall when I went for my initial physical exam. I did not say anything then, because my knowledge was based on things like a gut feeling, patterns in my dreams, a nagging thought that my brain chemicals weren't the only things that needed fixing around here. There was no pain or illness to substantiate what I knew, but I knew it all the same.
Each time I have told another friend or family member the news, I feel compelled to apologize. I'm sorry to have to say this to you, I'm sorry about this, I'm sorry to bring down your day this way. I know that it's ridiculous. I haven't done anything aside from exist in a body that behaves as a body will. There is no sense in apologizing for that. It would be like apologizing for my existence. And yet, I apologized to my mother and several friends yesterday. I'm sorry I have cancer, as though it's an act I've committed.
Right now, though, I am fine. Saviabella has penned an appointment into her calendar to call me in about two weeks when the shock wears off and I start freaking out about scary words like CANCER and SURGERY and HYSTERECTOMY. Until then, though, I have the respite offered by shock and disbelief. Ah, sweet denial.
Today, I am staying at home and eating every bad thing I can, coping through deep fried meat and french fries, so, if you will excuse me, I have some gorging to do, Oprah to watch, Oprah to bitch about, and then a grease-induced euphoria in which to bask.
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70 comments:
Well,sweet merciful shit, I didn't see THAT coming.
I am so sorry that you're about to be be dragged through this.. I know I'm a few provinces away, but if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask. And know, of course, that you have the support of every single one of your readers. I wish I could say something more profound here, but.. I'm still kind of stunned. Totally not what I was expecting.
Oh my god. I'm so sorry. This felt like a shock to me, a blog reader - I can't imagine how it feels for you and your family. My thoughts are with you.
"I'm sorry" you are going through this. I really am. Having suffered (?) a hysterectomy first hand, it isn't as good or bad as everyone says. One just lives through it, I guess.
Please take care - and keep writing. Your readers are concerned and will want to know how everything goes. I will, at least.
How awful for you, Schmutzie. I hope you have the resources you need to cope. I'm sending my unconditional virtual support as well.
Schmutzie, you are in my thoughts and I'm sending all the strength and positive energy I can muster.
I'm so glad you have Saviabella and the Palinode to take care of you. Peace to you today.
I was waiting for good news. Crap on a cracker.
You need ice cream. Nothing helps cope like ice cream.
simple words: I'm sorry. sorry that you have to deal with anything associated with the diagnosis...
hope healing is swift...
Tomorrow night, there will be toasted sesame ice cream. And also, I've set the two-week reminder into my PDA, which will make a little "bing" noise to remind me to call. Not that I would forget anyway, but I'm saying I'm leaving nothing to chance here, Schmutzie. It's official. I'm going to stalk you.
Oh Schmutzie. Let me add to the mutual sorryfest: I'm sorry. The Internet will be sending their vibes your way.
I'll send my healing thoughts tomorrow and every day you're going through this. But today I'm just cursing.
Well goddammit, that is unacceptable.
I'm with V -- holler as loud and long and often as you need to. We can't really go through this with you, but we will all sure as hell go through this around you.
Fuck cancer. Fuck it with a wiffleball bat. It's more afraid of you than you are of it. You're too busy for stupid pansy ass cancer anyway. Just you wait and see. It'll be nothing. A cakewalk. Send it home with a fuckin' rupture, slugger.
When you said you had big news, I knew. I think it was because you were a little too excited.
Yes, one does feel like apologizing when giving the news, and I'll admit I feel like apologizing for having read the news (I'm so sorry) even though neither of us did this. I guess the only thing I can say is "oh shit Jesus!" which was the first thing I said - out loud - when I read those two words. I guess it shows that the most awful c-word (cunt, because I feel strangely obligated to type that out) sometimes isn't the most awful.
I don't know what to say but I'm saying it anyway. I'm so sorry. Cancer is stupid, and you are not. I am betting that in a popularity contest, you would win over cancer, hands down. Cancer wouldn't even place. Asshole cancer. Am I still writing? I'm still sorry. I'm sorry, Schmutzie.
Fuck you, Cancer.
I am so sorry Schmutzie. Denial is a powerful thing and also a useful thing. You're storing all your energy for the actual fight against cancer. Go to hell cancer.
That is so not right. Bodies may do this but why?
I'm so sorry. I'll be here in the ether and whatever I can do here, let me know. Goddamnit I thought you'd won the lottery or something like that. I wish you had.
Cancer, schmancer. Kick it's ass! You da man, Schmutz. A tough chick like you doesn't deserve this shit.
Get pissed. Take charge. Healing vibes and positive energy are being sent your way. All day. Every second.
I'm so sorry to hear your news, Shmutzie. From your previous announcement, I was expecting something big, but certainly not this. Shit on a stick, as we sometimes say in oz. Sorry.
Sending positive vibes through the ether.
You're in shock Darlin', and you have nothing to feel sorry about. It's the way we females are raised, not to inconvience anyone else. Warm wishes for a speedy recovery and hope that you caught it early.
I don't even know what to say, except that there's some sadness and anger from these parts. There are also some really good thoughts coming your way. Just be well and take care of yourself.
(I sound so trite and chliche, don't worry, I know. But it's the truth)
I think the word verification I had to type in order to even leave this comment best summarizes the collective reaction to reading your announcement: gagsox.
Gagsox indeed.
I've typed a series of curses here and erased them all because none of them do this justice today.
Thinking of you very much. And just, dammit. Fried food goes well with beer and the company of one's husband.
You know, while you'd been writing about your medical procedures leading up to the results, I never imagined this one. I don't know what to say, it all sounds so trite in my head.
Take Care x
Fuck, that so fucking sucks. My stepdad is going through surgery for the C this week too, gonna lose a section of his colon and they think that will do it. I hope it can be cut out of you too. I hope you will be OK.
Enjoy the food, definitely the food.
Urgh. No witty response springs to mind, but many good wishes your way. Don't feel sorry, just keep telling it like it is and you'll get through this. Strong like Rooster indeed!!
this is where the internet fails, because any comment I might leave here falls so far short of what I want to do, which is just show up on your doorstep with a kick-ass pot of vegetable soup or even just a hug and a "well, fuck."
the keyboard doesn't cut it sometimes. every woo-woo recourse I have is going to your healing. xo
I'm so sorry! There's no easy way to break that kind of news and there's no easy way to respond to it. I wish you all the best.
i appreciate you archiving this entry in the "female inconveniences" category. inconvenience, indeed. shit, girl. be well.
Alice sent me.
I echo everyone's sorrow and send thoughts of strength and healing your way. (Though from what I've read, you've already got the strength part down.)
As I mentioned in my post in the current entry, I came over from finslippy - and was so sorry to hear of your diagnosis. I know exactly what you mean about apologizing...when I was diagnosed with tongue cancer I came home, threw myself in my husband's arms and kept telling him over and over how sorry I was that I had cancer. I think it was because I didn't want to put HIM through it. It is a strange phenomenon, that we want to apologize for having this happen. I can't explain it but I guess it's normal...best wishes, and even though you don't know me, I'll be thinking of you.
Schmutzie, I am so sorry. I know you do not know who I am (my husband knows Palinode through work though and I am good friends with Levendis,) but I have been reading your blog sometimes as I admire your talent in writing and what you say often brings a smile to my face when I am having a bad day.
I wanted to say that you are in my thoughts and that I am hoping you might feel some warmth and happiness soon -- the type you so unselfishly and unknowingly send to mystery readers like me.
I just read, I'm a little behind. But even with all the stuff leading up to this, I still didn't see it coming.
I'm glad you're getting so much support though. I hope that in some way it all helps, even just a little.
You'll be in my prayers and I echo evenyone's internetty love.
I can't imagine what you are going through. Nothing I can think of to say seems good enough.
I'm sending good wishes and thoughts of sushi your way.
I'm a newbie here but wanted to send some internet love (not the creepy kind, though). I'm so sorry you are having to go through this and I wish you nothing but the best. May everyone who loves you form a circle around you to help you through this.
(didn't see your anonymous policy. sorry)
In 1996, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer at the age of 23. I had a LEEP procedure to remove a significant portion of my cervix. They did not need to do any chemo or radiology. They were able to cut out the cancerous section with the LEEP. I continued to go back to the OB/GYN every 3 months for many years. I used to joke that it would be easier if I just kept my pants off, it seemed I was going so often. But now I can say that I have been cancer free ever since, even though I had HPV for many years. It has since disappeared. Apparently, it does that. And now I go to the OB/GYN once a year. What a treat! So I just wanted to share my story and also let you know I understand. I send love and healing energy to you and to your cervix. With love and empathy.
I'm sorry you have cancer, too. So sorry. I wish I knew what to say that didn't sound trite, but I can't, so here comes the trite. Good luck. Take care of yourself. I really hope things work out as well as possible.
I mean this much more emphatically than it sounds. This is why I don't blog.
Good thoughts, well wishes, and prayers for your cervix, you, and Palinode. Peace to your household, Schmutzie.
This sucks. I'm so sorry.
Sending positive vibes your way. Every day. I don't know what else to say and I feel the need to say I'm sorry for that, also. So damned sorry.
Came over from OTJ to say Cancer sucks butt and I'll be sending lots of positive vibes (yes the cheesy ones, but they work) your way. I have a continuous cancer fundraiser going on from my place - email me if you're interested and we can discuss a rooster fundraiser!
muchmorethanamom@gmail.com ;-) Nicole
OTJ sent me over.
I can't even express my feelings towards this post right now. I'm sure you've heard enough "I'm sorry's" so... I just send you healthy vibes and lotsa love...oh, and a few smiles too...We could all use those. All my best!
Oh the Joys sent me here....
I don't know you but I can be a support for you if I decide to go through hysterectomy. I did it last year and my old blog wanderglow.blogspot.com has a bunch of posts related to it. Although in my case it was not because of cancer....(((hugs))) Write me any time. And visit hystersisters. But go ahead and take your two weeks first. My heart absolutely goes out to you. It's funny - you want to apologize, we want to apologize to you. But it's no one's fault.
OTJ sent me.
Sending you strong, steady and unwaivering faith in a cure. Many words yet to be written. Sunshine and hope can not be underestimated and that is my wish for you as you do what needs to be done. You are in good hands and my thoughts are with you and your healers.
OOH, I had that scare, I'm bummed yours is the real thing. A whole lotta cervix bearing women out ther are behind you-including me.
Prayers are with you babe.
I'm sorry. Go, eat your food, and watch your Oprah, and know that you have lots of people sending healing thoughts your way.
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