Recently we found out one of our friends has the big C-word again... She was diagnosed with cervical cancer a little over a year ago and had the big surgery and whatnot. A couple of months ago we all got together to have dinner and hoist a few, and she announced that her last checkup was just that past week and her doctor proclaimed her "cancer-free". Whoopie!!! We all breathed a sigh of relief and happily toasted her great news (a couple of times).
A couple weeks ago we get the call. It's back, and this time with a vengeance. Now it's in her lymph nodes and pretty much her only option is chemo. And that's just to slow it down and buy her more time, not get rid of the cancer. Ugh... what do you say to that?!?!
To keep the rest of us in the group from being good-intentioned royal pains in their ass, we started out doing the call chain -- one person would get the news, then pass it on, and so forth. However, this doesn't seem to be working too well, at least for me. We have a couple of "dramatic" links in this chain, so you're never sure if the person is really on their death bed, or just has a hang nail. Both hubby and I have been told by the first link that she doesn't want to talk to anyone and we should just leave her alone for now. Okay -- does this mean she REALLY wants to be left alone, or you called on a bad day and she bit your face off unintentionally and now you're afraid to call back?
Nobody gives you a rule book on how to deal with this stuff, and I really think someone should write one. We're taught how to respond to good things in our society, but to ignore or skirt the bad things. ("Don't stare or ask questions, honey. It's not polite.")
I started thinking about how I would feel in the same situation (although I sincerely think it's impossible to know what you would really do until you're there). I would probably be a bit cranky that I got to be the unlucky soul and not someone else. And even if I was having a bad day and bit your face off when you called, I think I deserve to have a shitty day considering the circumstances. Don't get bent because I'm not considering your feelings -- I'm being selfish because I may not have that much time left to be generous with. Maybe I'm too scared to call you back, thinking talking to the "cancer patient" will wig you out. And how the hell do you start the conversation anyway, when you have a 900-pound gorilla of a disease breathing down your neck? C'mon... Pick up the phone and call me.
At least that's the way I think I'd feel. So despite the warnings from well-meaning friends, I called her this afternoon. We didn't talk too long, I was at work and her visiting nurse was about to show up. But we had a nice conversation about the spring weather, and her heater that's on the fritz, and whether or not her male visiting nurse was a cutie. (She says he's a nice guy, but not a real looker. Guess you can't have everything.) Semi-normal stuff. It was good to hear her say firsthand that, despite the fact that this all sucks so royally, she and the family were doing akay with it so far. At least today anyway. Maybe despite all the abnormal crap she's got to deal with right now, maybe I helped her feel like a plain old normal person for a few minutes. Hell, that's the least I can do for a friend.
So kiddies, my advice for the day is this. Don't rely on second-hand information; go to the source and find out for yourself what's going on. And if you don't make the call because you're afraid of what to say, call anyway -- they're probably just as afraid on their end.