You never know how much you are holding your breath until the time of release. This was proven to me once again yesterday when I went for my first mammogram after my treatments.
I well remember the last time I went to the specialist radiologist. It was before I started chemotherapy. They had to insert a V-marker at the core of the tumour so it will be easy to measure shrinkage after treatment.I was a surreal moment as it further confirmed my new status as cancer patient.
But today was different. I walked in filled with hope. It’s been six months since the last radiation and it was time to do the mammogram and the ultrasound scan. The previous week I did my blood test. Today felt like the proverbial day of reckoning.
What made me feel even more anxious is the fact that somewhere along the way during my treatment, I did it my way. I followed the unbeaten path in full hope and faith that the body was designed to heal itself and that in nature there less harmful ways to treat the body beyond than the destructive actions of chemotherapy. But, as with everything else, there have been moments of doubt. Today was the day I would find out if my gamble, as it seemed, had paid off.
I did the mammogram first (am I the only one who thinks there must be a better to get the images besides squashing breasts like waffles?) and thereafter moved to the sonar room to wait for the radiologist. Dr S is a pleasant man and very comforting man. I remember him from my previous visit. He was comforting and he kept reassuring me that I had it in me to beat this cancer.
He came in full smiles and his usual warmth filled the room. My hope was raised. When he told me that my mammogram was clear, a slight yelp of relief escaped my lips. I dared to hope. As he probed further in all directions with the sonogram probe, he was literally singing praises and sending thanks to God. All I could give was a weak smile and nod. I wished S was here. He had wanted to change his work schedule to come with me but, tired of being a disruption, I had refused. I told him I needed him more the following day. I realised that I needed him now.
After the doctor had left, I lay on the bed a little bit longer and felt a warmth engulfing my body. My eyes stared to sting and the tears followed. In a daze I put on my clothes and made a quick exit to the car. The tears would not stop. As soon as I slammed the car door shut, I sobbed. I could not control myself. In between the tears and the praying, I texted S “MY BREASTS ARE HEALTHY.NO CANCER”. Within seconds he called me and he was also in tears. Again, I wished he was with me. In my not wanting to be a nuisance anymore, I had underestimated the impact the news will have.
It was not an easy drive going home. Tears of joy, disbelief and relief kept coming. As soon as I got home, I called my mother and my father and we all rejoiced at the news. I started sending texts to all who have been walking this journey with me. I looked at the first message I sent S and I realised it was flawed. By saying “my breasts are healthy. No cancer” I was leaving room for the cancer to take hold of other parts of my body. I was anticipating its return. Those who have done the dance with cancer know this to be their (our) reality but I refuse to live in that space, in the shadow of cancer. I had to change that. So my next texts simply said “I AM CANCER FREE”, followed by dancing, high 10 and praying hands emojis.
Cancer took all of my 2015,a small part of all my 43 years in comparison, but it is amazing how much it has changed my life. Up to this day I refuse to say “I have or had cancer”. I was determined never to own this disease. But despite building these walls to protect myself ,I now find myself asking ‘What now?’ ‘Who am I now without the cancer?’ I have no answers. All I know is I did what I set out to do, I BEAT CANCER.