Breast Cancer Mastectomy in the Family
A family member informed me of their breast cancer and scheduled mastectomy. They requested I accompany them. In sadness and worry, I posted the following on Instagram and Facebook as a diary of the day.
February 11, 2013 at 10:23am
"Today will be a long day. I am growing roots deep into my strength to remain positive and strong for the one who needs me today and longer. Cancer is such an unknown, but I have faith that all will be well. Sitting in this waiting room in-between tests, I silently watch the patients come and go and am sad. I reflect upon the shortness of life. The differences and individuality of each of us. No matter our physical appearance, financial situation or race, we all are weak in the end. Even the prideful become scared when they're truly ill. It is sad to feel the empathy of those coming and going facing an unknown future. How I wish I could help them. How sad it is to only be able to be a stranger offering a smile..."
February 11, 2013 at 12:18pm
"Now I wait alone in silence and ignore the worry as the surgeon performs his duty. 1-3 hours unless issues arise. God willing, all will be over in one long day with no more cancer. I find this solitary confinement depressing yet good for mental reflection. I am in a small patient room with no windows. People pass by in the hallway with somber expressions. Some with hope, some with fear and sadness. A random RN passes by and smiles. I sense fear and frustration, sadness and acceptance. Sometimes I feel I should pursue nursing. I know my empathy would be an asset, but also a weakness as I'd want to heal everyone. I wonder how many poor souls have passed through these halls and hope most were blessed with a positive outcome. For now I wait with hope until the Doctor comes to update me."