Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Names and Numbers

We talk about canser everyday...with each other, with friends, with family, with strangers, with doctors, with nurses...whomever. It's a topic of daily conversation...it's a topic in our daily thoughts. Sometimes, we get lucky and we forget about it, it may only just for a few moments, but in those moments, it's just us and the hum has quieted down. However, more often than not, we think about it and we talk about it. Our canser chats are never sad, mainly it's curious conversation (and alot of laughing!)..."How does this work? Is the MRI gonna be enclosed? Oh wow! I can taste the green peppers and the onions in this rice! I wonder when I will be able to taste the rest?" It's our new kind of normal and we are cruising and just living and enjoying the moment.
In the course of our daily converstations that occur with other people, there are two questions that seems to be coming up..."What stage is your canser?" and "What is your type of canser called?"
Honestly, we haven't a clue...nobody has ever told us and we haven't asked. Today, when all was quiet on the western front, my mom and I talked about those two questions.
Why haven't we asked?
Do we want to ask?
Do we care?
Is it even important?
Will knowing the name and the number change anything?
Will it benefit us and our situation in any way?
Will we feel any different?
No.
Probably not.
Are we being ignorant by not knowing?
Maybe.
Then again, maybe not.
We are pretty sure that if the name and/or the number were something truly important, someone would have told us. Another canser survivor agreed.
Are the answers to these questions going to make a difference?
My mom has chosen not to ask...and I agree.
We have chosen to focus on what we think is important.
We know that it is lung canser with mets.
Important.
We know that it is small cell canser.
Important.
We know that it a very very treatable type of canser that responds very very well to treatment.
Important.
We know what types of medication my mom takes and why she takes them.
Important.
We know that it is a controllable, manageable canser.
Important.
We know that we are happy, well loved and supported.
Important.
We know that Incurable Isn't A Declaration, It's A Dare!
Important.

and everything after that is just a name and a number.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello loves!
If you do decide to find out what type could you please let me know?
I'll call the magic fairy wand company and order one up right quick that will take your type away!
I love you guys!
Carrie

Anonymous said...

Amen! I love you Michelle!
Aunt Nancy

Anonymous said...

Sometimes not knowing is better than knowing. Besides, you know the important stuff, all the other crap can POOF be GONE!

Poor Aunt Karan and her little arms being used as pin cushions at Macy's really need a break! GEE WIZZ.

I would like to try your juice, I'm pretty sure it's yummy<3

-jenna

Anonymous said...

Aloha Gals,
Just wanted to let you know Kent, Noah and Savannah are juicing monsters, they love it. Cheers to you for all the abundance of fresh juicing, its brain food! Life is all about the outlook and educating ourselves to make wise choices, sounds like you gals are all over it, I am very proud and send my love via ocean current.
Love ya Trista