Cancer: It Can Change a Thing or Two
It has now been nearly six-and-a-half years since the awful moment when I was told that I had incurable blood cancer. In the ensuing time, I have had many difficult days and months (and a couple rough years as well), not the least of which was the six months of my life that I was forced to forfeit to chemotherapy. What I have learned along the way – among many other things – is that having cancer forever changes a person. And these changes are not always what one might expect.
Chemo brain, relationships, and constant worry
Of course, there are many readily obvious ways in which having to live with cancer alters one’s life. There is the constant concern over – and focus on – one’s health, the ramifications from chemo brain (which can cause one to forget what he said just a moment before), strain on family and friends, the ramifications from chemo brain and, last but far from least, the negative impact on the number of birthdays one can count on celebrating (along with the attendant loss in cake-eating opportunities).
Changes to body composition
Yet, often it is the less overt manifestations of living with cancer that can change a person. For example, prior to undergoing chemotherapy, I had to make a major wardrobe adjustment. As my cancer progressed – and the number of useless white cells joining the party kept multiplying – I noticed that none of my collared shirts fit me any longer. This was due to a two-fold change in my body composition: an ever-expanding neck from too many throat-based lymphocytes along with a winnowing of my waist as these burgeoning white cells churned through loads of calories. (It’s an effective diet to be sure, but I am not sure I would recommend it.) I must say my tailor was quite perplexed by the changes in my proportions.
Impact on social interactions
Another unexpected result of having cancer is its impact on my social interactions. I would not necessarily classify myself as a recluse, but I am certainly not actively courting new friendships. But when one has the misfortune of cancer, and that one is somewhat of a misanthrope to begin with, there is always the “opportunity” to extricate oneself from unwanted social occasions. Particularly if anyone at such a would-be gathering has been known to so much as sneeze within the last 96 hours, that is a perfect opportunity to avoid any undesirable get-together. I find this to be most useful when it comes to family affairs – a dicey proposition under the best of circumstances – and whenever there are school-age children involved.
When everyone else is enjoying exchanging pleasantries and germs, another change in my lifestyle can come to the fore: nap time. I have always been a firm believer in napping, in large part because I do not sleep well at night (something having a cancer diagnosis did nary a thing to improve). Whether it is from still trying to rebuild my decimated immune system or just the stress of all that having cancer entails, it is tough for me to make it through the day without catching at least twenty winks. Fortunately, our couch is extremely comfortable and is perfectly positioned for me to doze off while watching the television. I am a father, after all.
A surprising cancer-related change: My new love of social media
But perhaps the strangest result from having cancer is my newfound love for social media. As noted above, a people-person I am not. Yet, after living with cancer for so long, I found a need to be in touch with others who share my misfortune. I considered support groups, but that seemed like too much of a commitment for me. So, much to my surprise, after the urging of some real-life friends, I got on social media. Initially, I joined some groups on Facebook for others similarly afflicted, but I found that to be unsatisfying, in large part because there were a great deal of people acting as if they were oncologists but were really just turmeric growers. I was thus about to give up on my short-lived experiment with having virtual friends, when I did the previously unthinkable: Twitter.
Up until this point, I was convinced that Twitter was just a means for athletes and actors and the like to say something in a fit of pique that would be misconstrued and which would result in work for the tweeter’s PR team to try and explain away. So imagine my surprise when, as I started sharing my experiences with cancer, that I found others on Twitter – of all places – to whom I could completely relate. Even more importantly, I found that the cancer tribe on Twitter was full of extremely supportive, non-judgmental and compassionate people. And I have, despite myself, made some wonderful friends on Twitter, although I am not sure how close @julia12345 and @S#!tHead99 and I truly are. But they follow me so who knows!
Grateful for the Twitter-verse
Many of us with cancer have sadly lost or, at a minimum, become somewhat estranged from our physically-identifiable friends. Cancer is tough, and that encompasses tough on personal relationships. And as someone who is not overly-skilled at maintaining friendships, I was doubly-impacted by my diagnosis. Thus, I feel so fortunate to have discovered the Twitter-verse of friends to whom I can truly relate. It has greatly ameliorated the loneliness and helped to fill the void left in my already wide-open dance card. And the longer I have been on Twitter, the less lonely I have become. I even have a fair number of followers, the number of which seems to grow most rapidly with the less I tweet. Go figure.
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