As I type this, I'm trying to ignore the sound of jack hammers outside of our home office door. This is the beginning of our big kitchen renovation. They're removing floor tile today. It kind of sets my anxiety aflame, but I have to keep reminding myself of what we have control over and what we don't. We chose to upend our kitchen for 6-8 weeks, thanks to a massive water leak that is. We get to have a new shiny kitchen after this and that's something we're very thankful for. We're also thankful that the insurance is paying for most of it. Today my anxiety is okay. We'll see what song I'm singing in week three.
Speaking of my mental health, things are pretty good right now. I'm still on three anti-anxiety/depression meds and one thyroid med meant to help with my depression. When I think of where I was at this point last year, I'm so thankful for the things in my life that brought me out of my deep depression and suicidal state. My medication, my counselor, my psychiatrist, my wonderful husband and kids, my friends who check on me, and so much more. We can afford my mental health care and I'll never take that for granted. I'm thankful for my hard-working husband who provides for us and takes my mental health struggles seriously. I'm aware that this isn't the case for everyone and it breaks my heart for those who are hurting.
Last week I got a call from my psychiatrist asking if I could talk with another breast cancer survivor. She's five months out from the end of her treatment and is really struggling emotionally. She thought she should be further along in the healing process by now, as if she should be "over it." Let me say this and hear me loud and clear -- there is never any "getting over it." For cancer patients, we've been through trauma. We can move past it with time, counseling, and support, but it's forever a part of us. Specifically for breast cancer patients, the trauma is so visible. Many of us have to make the choice to save our own lives by having a mastectomy. Losing one's breasts is losing part of one's womanhood. Reconstruction isn't like getting breast augmentation. It's like getting taxidermy. My breast surgeon (shout out!) explained it that way before my surgery and it's so accurate. I don't consider what I have now to be breasts. My breasts are gone. Forever. What I have are numb, sometimes itchy, sometimes sore excuses for placeholders under my clothes. That's why I got them -- so that I could walk around and people wouldn't wonder why my chest was completely flat. I got them so I could emotionally heal better. April 8th, 2019 will be five years since my mastectomy and the beginning of my reconstruction. I don't know how I'll feel on that day. They give us a five-year survival rate, and while I'm not really worried about my cancer coming back, five years only got me to age 41. I still have five more years to go on my cancer med, a hormone-blocking medication that comes with its own side effects. I'm thankful for it though because it's keeping my cancer away as far as we know.
These are my thoughts today. I'm more sensitive now to others who have been through trauma and other scary things. It's not something to just "get over." Life is complicated, joyous, scary, and lots of things mixed up in one. We can't dictate someone else's journey. We can only dictate our own and adjust when it doesn't go as planned. I don't pretend to know how God works. I don't know if He for meant me or anyone else to get cancer. What I do know is that He's using my experience in the lives of others. As I sat and had coffee with my fellow cancer survivor, I thanked God for the way He was using my experience. And I thanked Him for the way He used others to help me as I was going through it.
I know many people have been through difficulties much greater than mine. If my cancer journey is the toughest thing we go through in our lives I will be truly grateful. I think of my friends with sick kids, those who have lost spouses, friends dealing with difficult marriages, or those who have lost children. I would choose my journey any day over theirs. That doesn't mean I haven't been through something though and it's nothing I have to feel guilty about. The same goes for you. So for those of you who are like me, those of you who have been through something and struggle with hurt, depression, anxiety, there is hope. Reach out -- get help. If you can't afford it, talk to your doctor and ask for recommendations. Many counselors work on a sliding scale. And what's more important -- eating out, that cool new toy, that outfit you like, or your mental health? Seek out counseling opportunities at your church. Our church pays for counseling. Maybe yours does as well. Maybe you just need someone to listen. In that case, I am here. I can be reached via this blog or Facebook, or if you're local I'm always up for coffee, lunch, drinks, whatever. Don't settle for misery. You don't deserve that. You deserve hope and joy -- reach out and grab it!
