I am sorry I didn’t beat cancer

I celebrated every clean scan and then it happened. I got another, “I am sorry” call from my doctor. I was devastated.

Uzma Yunus July 11, 2016
Yep, sorry, my apologies, with a diagnosis of metastasis four months ago, I didn’t beat cancer.

Every one said,
“You are going to beat it”

Some said,
“If anyone can, you can!!”

They cheered me on as I endured one treatment after another and I kept fighting “like a girl”. I was told I will kick cancer’s a** and will show cancer who is the boss. I rode the wave of positivity and determination. I believed that I will beat it too. I thrived on the fantasy of the cancer submitting to my will and strength.

Songs, inspirational quotes, memes, greeting cards and stories, all led to me to the one end point, “beating cancer.” Being very much a type A-personality, I accepted the challenge, I said to myself,
“I will beat cancer.”

Except for one open book exam, I have hardly failed at something in life. So why not this!

However, two and a half years after my first breast cancer diagnosis, I was diagnosed with metastatic disease in the lymph nodes in my chest and some spots in my liver. Shocked and traumatised only begins to define of what I experienced. It was a very hard and exhausting process to come to acceptance.

Broken and beaten, it felt like a failure as if I let down every one who thought I would “knock the s*** out of cancer.” I was no longer the example of how stage three can be a success story and inspiration. As a doctor I understood that it was nothing that I did, to bring back my cancer. But I still felt a sense of shame.

Statistics indicate that 30% of those are diagnosed with early stage cancer will develop metastasis. I had just held on to 70% much more dearly. Medical science currently doesn’t know the exact mechanism through which cancer cells find home in other organs of the body.

The time had come to let go of being a “survivor” and on to a “thriver” or a “lifer,” the terms preferred by metastatic community since we ultimately end up not surviving the disease.

When I was diagnosed the first time, one of the things that helped me very much was supporting others with breast cancer. I did this so their journey could be easier and smoother through the knowledge and experience I had. I wrote blogs and participated actively in online groups.

Since the recurrence happened, I often wondered if I scared other survivors, if they looked at me and worried about getting metastatic cancer and sometime I even wondered if they actively avoided me. I was the face of incurable metastatic cancer, everything that everyone diagnosed with breast cancer is worried about. The fear of dying of this terminal illness that has no cure. I have no cure.

Having metastatic illness is an emotionally isolating experience, and a lot of women I know tend to withdraw from others after metastasis because it is hard for others to understand our subjective experience… the experience of living life with an incurable, relentless illness with never-ending treatments. It is so overwhelming for others; they don’t want to hear much as it reactivates their own fears of mortality. I have experienced that from some of the survivor friends who want to keep the distance from me but I understand that they want to contain their anxieties of ending up in my shoes. I didn’t want to horrify others.

I often wondered what people think when they look at me and if and how sorry they feel for me. I imagine something to the effect of…
“Oh this poor young woman with young children who has this illness that has no cure.”

Me and my metastatic cancer.

I remembered when I was newly diagnosed, the word “metastasis” used to send chills up my spine. I used to dread my Facebook feed on Mondays, which are #metsmonday. I did not want to be reminded that my cancer could metastasize, although at stage three with high grade cancer cells, I knew inside that the odds of it happening are very high.

One of my stage four friends has lived on with bone metastasis for 11 years, she gave me hope but I still would at times try and block her out of my mind, for my own sanity, so I could worry less about me. It sounds selfish but the fear of recurrence is haunting.

I also wanted denial so bad… deny that it could happen to me. I convinced myself that I am doing everything possible to reduce the chances of my recurrence. From good diet to exercise to supplements and yoga, lowering stress and getting enough sleep and all the medications and treatments, I did all possible to lower the chance of cancer taking root within me again.

But as time went on, I also worked hard on accepting what having had cancer meant. It meant accepting life that you have no control over… Life which transitions between sweet fantasies and harsh realities. I got used to those ups and downs. I saw my friends with stage four cancers, kick each day in the butt and beat cancer on a daily basis. My denial softened gradually and I thought, “if it (metastasis) happens I will be okay.” I celebrated every clean scan and a good oncologist visit but the fear of metastasis lingered.

And then it happened. I got another, “I am so sorry” call from my doctor and I was devastated. Besides coping with my illness, I was sad that I lost my “credibility” as a cancer warrior who had “beaten” cancer. I was not longer a “success story.”

During all of the angst, I received this message from a fellow survivor whom I got to “know” via Facebook.

It said,
“Until I “met” you, I could not think of stage four.

I’d panic, hyperventilate

Start to decompensate.

Then I met you.

You are showing me, with grace, passion and humour how this can be done.

You are something of a role model to me.

Doing this stage four before I do, if I do.

I’m not so afraid anymore. I have someone doing this ahead of me and I know how to do it.

If I ever get metastasis, I will have someone to emulate….and I will think of you the whole time.

Forgive me if this bugs you or hurts you? I just admire you so much and thank you and God for putting me in my life, but I am also so very, very sorry for your cancer.”

And then I realised I really don’t need to “beat cancer;” I have to however beat life at its game, one day at a time.

I am sorry I didn’t beat cancer but now it really doesn’t matter because I am busy kicking life and showing others how to reconcile with stage four breast cancer.

This post originally appeared here.
WRITTEN BY:
Uzma Yunus The author is a physician by profession. She migrated to the US about 18 years ago from Pakistan. She is also a breast cancer survivor and has been blogging about it since 2013 (www.uzmamd.com). She also writes medical stories when she is not busy taking care of her two kids, as well as practices psychiatry part time. She tweets as @uzmamd
The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necassarily reflect the views and policies of the Express Tribune.

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Razzaq Ali | 3 years ago | Reply | Recommend Breast Cancer in Pakistan is most prevailing disease in women.Breast Cancer kills nearlly 40,000 women each year. This is due to lack in awareness of the disease due to which breast cancer in Pakistan is going rapidly.Tests such as Mammography can detect breast cancer way earlier but it is unfortunate that people in pakisatn dont know about it and have to face consequences.I know that Shifa International Hospitals,Islamabad have the latest machine for mammography and giving a discount on it as well
FATIMA RAZI | 4 years ago | Reply | Recommend I am not sure and maybe I am wrong, is the writer talking about herself or some one else. Cancer is serious, I know it. I have had cancer and am survivor. If she lives in America then she knows the groups help a lot. Who ever it is she is talking about, I can feel the pain, the loneliness and helplessness all over again. I was in America when I had cancer, surgery ,depression, therapy etc and no Pakistani friend wanted to talk to me on phone. I had 2 year old and 4 years old sons who are grown up adults. I would go out in Houston with older one dragging him as I could not stay indoors in heat.I would walk and walk and now my son at age 25 years wrote to me recentlly mom u used to say I am going to kill myself , go in front of bus and kill my self. He has bitter memories of time when he was with me helping me get out of depression.
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