Facing Illness

                  Often, we become accustomed to our lives as they are and cannot imagine things being different. Even though I have battled depression for decades, I took my health for granted. I knew what it was like to battle mental illness and to feel like crap, but my physical health had generally been okay. I had a couple operations in my 40s, but within a few months of each, I recovered. It was not until a major illness struck me that I realized how fragile life is and how difficult it is to live with illness. For me that major illness was cancer. It changed my life and taught me how to fight and how to live.

                  Today as the new year starts, I would like to share what it is like to fight illness and how we can find our way through it. I am lucky that I had a healthcare team that included amazing doctors (an oncologist, a psychiatrist, and a psychologist) a physician’s assistant, nurse practitioners, nurses, and techs. I also had my aunt, a retired nurse, who stayed by my side throughout my battle and the support of my cousin. As you can see, I had a large team. We all do when we are open to help. In this post I will share my healing story. I do so with the intent of encouraging others who are struggling with illness and are discouraged by what their health is doing to them. I also want to remind people that even if you do not have a diagnosed mental health condition, your mental health will likely suffer when you are facing a physical illness. There is no weakness in admitting this. It is in acknowledging that we are struggling that we find help.

                  Stage 4 breast cancer struck me out of nowhere. Well, I guess it had been growing inside of me, but it surprised me. I had a mammogram that was normal just a couple months before being diagnosed. I clearly remember my primary care provider, Cristina, saying that word. Cancer. I still hear it echoing in my mind at times. From that moment Cristina and her nurse, Henri, encouraged me. They arranged for the care I would need. They were always positive with me. Their encouragement helped me battle cancer. This was especially important because my mental health was not in great place when I was first diagnosed. I needed their encouragement to help me know that I wanted to fight.

                  When we face illness, we face a lot of questions. Why me? Why is this happening? Will I get through this? How can I fight this illness? Am I strong enough? Will I make it back to the life I knew before illness? Will others understand what I am going through? How much help will I need? What if I cannot get through this on my own? All these questions and I have not even touched on the illness specific questions. If you are ill right now or ever have been, I bet you can relate to some, if not all these questions.

                  As I faced illness, I needed to make some changes. Outside of my mental health team, I really had not relied on anyone to help me. I was used to being on my own. I took care of myself. There was no one else. I had to learn to accept the help of others. I had to let family, friends, and colleagues into my life. I had to admit that I could not face this illness on my own. I had to accept their offers of help. If you are going through an illness right now, you might be able to relate to needing to accept help but being hesitant or even resistant to accepting that help. My advice to you is to accept those offers. It does not matter who that help is coming from. Know that you are not alone. If someone is reaching out to you, it is because they care about you and want to be there for you. They know that you would be there for them. 

                  I dealt with a lot of emotions as I battled cancer. Anyone who battles a serious illness is going to be faced with intense emotions. I went through it all. Anger, fear, grief, and hopelessness. These are real emotions. You will find yourself asking yourself, “Why me?” Then one day you will be struck by the realization that serious illness can strike any of us. 

I remember an old television show, “House”. One of the main characters is an oncologist. He saves the lives of his patients. Then one day he is struck with terminal cancer. Ironic? I do not think so. I think it is just life. We never know what life has in store for us. Now, this character made a choice I would not have made. He chose not to go through treatment. I think in most cases we owe it to ourselves to fight. Maybe I learned that from those who have been supporting me in my health battles. For years my mental health team has been supporting me in a fight against depression and anxiety. They then joined in with my physical health team to lead me in a fight against cancer. I learned that my life was worth fighting for from these amazing individuals. Even though the character on “House” rode off into the sunset on a motorcycle, I would like to think that he changed his mind after riding for a while and fought the cancer.

                  Illness is usually difficult. Just because you know what lies ahead is going to be tough, does not mean you stop fighting. Instead, you increase the fight. Back to the television show, “House”. There is something else I learned from the final scene. As that oncologist rides off, his friend, the rogue doctor who is the main character, joined him. The lesson there is that we do not need to go through illness alone. It may be difficult on many levels, but we can accept help and fight. So, whatever illness you are facing, whether it is mental or physical illness, or something else, do not try to go through it alone. There is always someone even when it does not seem like there is. I feel alone a lot. Sometimes I find myself believing that I need to go through everything alone. Cancer showed me that is not true. I have support. I just had to be open to allowing that support into my life.

                  I remember every bit of encouragement I have received in my battle. I would like to share that encouragement with you. However, there is too much to relate in this post. So, I will sum it up in five words, “Life is worth fighting for.” I learned this from nurses, nurse practitioners, my primary care provider, and my oncologist, from my psychologist and psychiatrist, and from my aunt and cousin. The battle may not be easy. That is okay. There is strength within each of us that we do not know we possess. Others see it, but often we need to be shown that we have that strength. As I said earlier, let others be there for you. They truly want to help you. If they did not, they would not offer. Reach out when you need support. I know it is hard. Allowing others to help was one of the hardest lessons I had to learn. So, I ask you to learn from my experience. We cannot fight illness alone. It takes a team. Healthcare providers, family, friends, and colleagues are all part of that team. No one should fight illness alone. I am grateful to everyone who helped me learn that lesson, to everyone who helped me fight and beat cancer. 

If you need help, reach out. Even if you do not think you need help, reach out. If you feel like you do not have anyone to reach out to, reach out to me. We are human. Humans are not solitary creatures. We need each other.