Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Those three little words...
That was my dinner tonight. Pancakes and bacon. Everyone loves bacon right? And pancakes make everything better (well they do, especially after visiting the emergency room twice in one night a month after starting chemo.)
So I started thinking, if my dinner could make my cancer come back.
Not like that is possible. No one really knows what caused my cancer.
"I'm sorry Mel," the doctor would say," you shouldn't have had that pancake and bacon dinner on January 18,2012. You should have stuck to your regular diet of chicken or fish and veggies."
Of course its in the waayyy back of my mind about recurrance, but its always there. Floating around like a little bubble, sometimes you see it, sometimes you don't.
I had the latest issue of Cure Magazine next to me. The title was "What caused my cancer?"
"I don't know."
Those three little words that I have heard so often from my doctors.
Could my cancer have been caused by my biological grandmother having cancer?
Was it living in the San Fernando Valley for 10 years with all that smog?
Or perhaps it was working at that fancy restaurant that used to be an old cement factory.
Maybe it was just dumb fucking luck.
"I don't know."
Who is more frustrated, me the patient or my doctor?
I expect my doctor to know everything, but after all, they are just people, but shouldn't they know everything?
We think that when we are crying about our diagnosis, or upset about a new illness, possibly brought on by our treatment for cancer.
Yep, those three words.
Think about how hard it would be to say those words to someone, when they look to you for the answers and yet you have none.
That must be extremely hard.
I don't know....
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