One minute I tell the kids we are headed for the museum, and just before we leave the house, I abruptly cancel and tell them to play together in the backyard instead. We lead less stressful, lower-key lives together, and we learned that we have quite a resilient relationship.
I see blessings around every corner and find few things to complain about.
By Marie Colantoni Pechet Guest Blogger Normally I don’t notice my body.
I’ve always been relatively thin and people tell me that I appear to be fit even when I know that I’m not.
Most people would say that, on my good days, I look like any other person walking around.
They can’t see the change in how my mind works, but it looks like this: I watched my husband drive a new, sporty car into our driveway.Cancer is characterized by uncontrolled growth and division of certain body tissues, so forming a tumour, so it is also called “Mitotic Run Amok”.It is more common in people between 40 to 60 years of age.I got used to the way my once-flat abdomen now pooches. Each time, I was unsettled for awhile, then eventually got used to the change and found a new normal.It is the intangible changes that rock my daily life and the life of my family.“I asked if you wanted to look at cars with me, and I told you that I was trying to decide between a practical car and something sporty. You told me to go for something sporty, something that made me feel good.”I remembered none of these conversations (blame it on chemo brain).But, like a doddering old lady, I knew they all very likely happened and I genuinely appreciated that my husband explained things so patiently and kindly. For example, I cannot seem to keep track of which day is library day and which day they have movement. They wouldn’t be the first, and they seem to take it in stride.Later, I reflected on how much my life has changed since I was diagnosed with colorectal cancer four years ago.Sure, there were the physical changes, including my shorter hairstyle.Nothing says “chemo patient” like a super-short hairstyle. The diagnosis itself shook the ground beneath me, but I was lucky enough to find a new stable spot to stand.After each physical change occurred, it was upsetting, and then I would get used to it. Then the ground shook a few more times: When I learned of a recurrence, and then another. When I learned that I would need to integrate chemotherapy every other week into my otherwise happily full calendar.