My mom is a wonderful Mom. She is caring and loving. However, as any good Mom, she worries too much about me. Most kids can skin their knee or catch a cold without too much fuss. But when I catch a cold or injure anything, I get a full work up from my Mom. She inspects me, makes sure everything moves and works, checks my temperature, and takes a full history of my activities for the past few days. She then sighs and tells me that I am not being careful enough, and figures out a way to help me be more careful.
All of this came back to me when I headed home last weekend for my check in. I drove to my parent’s house, which is only about an hour away. I walked inside and found my Mom and my little brother walking around the house. Then, I followed my mom to the kitchen and sat down with her to give our usual rundown. It went as follows, loosely translated:
Me: “Hey mom, I am sorry I haven’t been home in a while. Things have been crazy.” Means: Things have been crazy lately.
Mom: “It’s okay, I understand.” Which means: You should be here more often.
Me: “Yeah, but I will try harder to get home more often.” Means: I know you’re not really okay with it.
Mom: “No, hunny I understand you are tired. We understand.” Means: Try harder.
Me: “Yeah, school is really kicking my butt lately, and with work and the volunteer projects it is like I never have a second to myself.” Means: I am so busy, leave me
alone.
Mom: “You took on too much. How are you feeling lately?” Means: I can tell you are not moving as fast as usual, mom sensor is going off.
Me: “Fine.” Means: I’m not fine, but I don’t want to go to the doctor’s so I am not telling you crazy lady.
Mom: “Megan…. You don’t look fine.” Means: If I keep nagging, she will tell me.
Me: “No, I am. It’s just normal stuff. Tired, catching everything from everybody. And I hurt my rib a little bit.” Means: My rib really really hurts, but this is my way of telling you without making it sound too bad.
Mom: “What do you mean you hurt your rib?” Means: Mom sensor is now going off with blinking lights and sirens.
Me: “Well I was just playing around and I accidentally hurt it.” Means: I am a little crazy and I did something not smart.
Mom: “Alright grab your stuff, we’re going to get an x ray.” Means: Follow.
Me: “No!!!! I just made a sandwich!” Means: I’m not even that hungry, but maybe if you think I am starving the mom instinct to feed me will trump the mom instinct to heal me.
Mom: “Make it to go.” Means: now!
Me: “No!!! I’m fine, watch (I leap into the air in a semi-spastic state and fall to the ground and throw my arms above my head in celebration).” Means: This hurts, but just maybe I can fool her.
Mom: “Okay, that means nothing other than you probably smacked your head when you hurt your rib.”Means: You didn’t fool me, you just looked stupid. (Flash back to the Stuart character from MadTv.)
We hop in the car, and drive the ER. We check in and go back to take an x-ray.
The doctor looks at me and asks how bad it hurts. I’m not much of a complainer, and I am used to pain. So I tell him it’s not that bad, and he explains it is probably just bruised. Well turns out, it’s not bruised, it’s broken. The doctor kind of laughed when he came back and told me it was broken. He asked why I wasn’t in more pain, and called me a tough cookie. I thanked him. He wrote me a prescription and other than that couldn’t really do much else. They used to wrap ribs back in the day but not anymore. The x ray really didn’t help much, all it seemed to do was worry my mom even more.
We went home, and I received a list of things not to do. It included things like: skiing, walking into walls, cliff diving, falling, mud wrestling, jello wrestling, extreme Frisbee, etc. These were some of the more pg rated things my mom named. Then, came the curiosity. My mom asked me how I happened to hurt my rib. Here is conversation number two minus the translations but including all of the standard mom faces:
Mom: “So, how exactly did you break your rib?”
Me: “Well me and one of my very good friends were playing Wii.”
Mom: “Well that doesn’t sound too rough?”
Me: “Well, the problem was is it was a very heated Wii match and when I lost it became a very heated wrestling match. You see I lunged, he swung, I jumped, he turned, and it all ended up in the walls of Jericho.”
Mom: “Do I want to ask you what the walls of Jericho is?”
Me: “The walls of Jericho is a wrestling move in which the person puts you on your stomach with your legs in the air, twists your legs, then pushes them to your head, and sits on you. “
Mom: “And who is this friend?”
Me: “My neighbor.”
Mom: “A male?”
Me: “Maybe.”
Mom: “Is the maybe a yes?”
Me: “Probably.”
Mom: “Well… is he at least cute?”
Me: “Good one mom, I see your priorities. Not especially cute when he was sitting on top of me in the walls of Jericho. But normally yes.”
Mom: “Got to look out for the grand kids, don’t want ugly ones. Okay, Megan, I’m thinking we should probably tell your dad a different story.”
So my mom and I finish this up with a few funny looks and some sly snickers. She then tells me that I am to tell this boy that I break easy, and if he is too rough with me again my mom will kick his butt. I reassure her that I will pass on this message, but somehow it is not enough for her. So as I pack up to head back home, she decides to write me a note, pin it to my shirt, and send me home with it.
So, being the strong and independent twenty-one year old I am, I return home to my college housing and walk past my room mate with a note pinned on my shirt that says:
Do not be rough with me. Signed Megan’s mom.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Cancer.. It’s what’s for dinner
Welcome to your first course on Cancer etiquette. There are certain things that Cancer patients find to be very rude when done by outsiders. Now, I am only going to specify a few of them, because let’s be honest, basically breathing near a cancer patient on chemotherapy is annoying. Chemotherapy makes patients extremely aggravated and irritable; it is a true documented side effect. Now I do have to apologize, because even though my last blog focused on Cancer not being contagious, I have threatened to give it to people who had irritated me while on chemo before. I’m not proud of it, but they seemed to be so scared that there was even the slightest possibility I figured out how to choose who to give cancer to, that they left me alone.
I can make any joke I want, you however need to be tactful. If you are not either a close friend or immediate family member of the cancer patient, be aware of playing along with the jokes. You may laugh at ours and make jokes that are variations of our own, but watch out for any cute ideas you get to go completely left field and draw eyebrows on me while I sleep that are intensely arched and make me look angry at everything you say. My jokes are funny; they have to be just for the fact that any humor I find is good humor. Your jokes are not as funny, because if you do not sit with me while I throw up then your jokes just remind me that I do that without you.
Cancer patients have a hard time with smells, sounds, light, and well, people. On chemo, one can throw up at just the mentioning of food. Let me refer you to the day a fight went on in the oncology ward between a cancer patient and a healthy person, and the healthy person almost died first. On the third day of one of my hospital stays I was just finishing up a chemo round when they decided to put another girl in the hospital room with me. It was two to a room so it was to be expected. The problem was that this girl did not have cancer. She had sprained her ankle walking and they did not have any room for her on the other floor. This girl proceeded to order food from the hospital cafeteria, and I proceeded to grimace and pull my blankets up over my nose. I was preparing for the smells, when I realized she had ordered some of the most repellent odorous food known to man: pork chops with onions, tater tots, and a milkshake. As a very aggravated cancer patient, I proceeded to sigh loudly and make fat jokes about the whale next door to me who was upset to be in the hospital for an hour because she was so fat she hurt her ankle. As the food came, she proceeded to stuff her chubby cheeks with as much as she could fit and let it roll around before it was slowly digested by her ravenous and plump belly. As an 85 pound girl who could barely turn herself in bed, I had already hatched a plan to slyly crawl under her bed, take off the safety break, and throw her out the window. I figured it was the best way for the whale to return to sea. I got sick all night off of the leftover smells lingering from her meal. To a cancer patient, we feel that you should just know that we can’t take this. There is no three strike rule, it’s just you’re out.
We do not want to know about your friend who had cancer who is totally fine now and has like three kids and is married and has had no problems after what so ever. Look, I understand that your stories are meant to be encouraging. But for every person you know who has lived from cancer, I know someone who has died. The same way that I don’t link myself to the ones who have died, I don’t want to link to the ones who have lived. Every cancer is different, every treatment is different. It makes no difference to my hope if someone with a completely different cancer and treatment is doing well. By the way, if you can’t even tell me what kind of cancer they had, chances are I will not be banking on you knowing if they have any later problems. You probably think they are fine and never have to do anything dealing with Cancer, but I know that Cancer is something that becomes a constant whether during or after. I’m guessing if that person you know decides not to tell you they still have to deal with Cancer aftermath, that you are just getting the same sugar coated version that cancer patients give to outsiders to make them feel better. Yes, that’s right; sometimes it is the cancer patient who has to make the other people feel better and less scared.
We do not want to know about any friend with cancer that you once HAD. Past tense is not encouraged. I do not want to hear any story about the friend you lost to cancer. I am sorry you lost someone, but no it doesn’t help to tell me how strong someone else you knew WAS. I am so glad that you KNEW someone with Cancer, but keep it to yourself.
By the way, just because you knew and/or heard of someone with Cancer, that does not make you an expert. You still probably know very little to nothing. I have had people tell me they understand what I am going through because they once watched a movie where the character had cancer but they were totally fine after they stayed in the hospital for a couple nights. I have also heard stories about the girl you heard about in high school that had cancer, and you were totally sympathetic for and stood up for while everyone was gossiping. I’m proud of you, but unless you can tell me a story of sitting with her at home after her chemo and holding her head back while she threw up, I’m pretty sure that you have no idea.
I do not want to hear about your cancer scare. I understand that you were really scared the other morning when you found a pimple on the side of your neck and you were sure it was a tumor but luckily it was just an overly large pimple, but do not ask me to celebrate with you that it wasn’t. I am glad you don’t have cancer, but I found a lump on my neck and it was a tumor. Want to celebrate now?
Look I understand that you are trying to be encouraging, but if I decide to open up to you and complain for a few minutes about being scared, let me. It does not help to hear you say everything will be okay or I am just over worrying. When I first found out I might have cancer, all I heard is not to worry because everything will be fine, it’s not cancer, it’s just a scare. That one didn’t work out quite so well, so hearing you tell me again that I am over worrying will only guarantee that I will not try to talk to you about it again. At this point, let me worry and at least be aware of what could happen. Your best bet is to tell me that no matter what happens you will be there with me, and together we will make it okay.
These are just a few rules of Cancer etiquette. Most of them seem reasonable and basic, and yet it is surprising how many people decide to come sit in my room with me while I get chemo, offer me a bite of their tuna fish sandwich, turn on the television, ask me to play cards instead of sleeping, assure me it only gets better, and console me with a story about their best friend’s, sister’s, baby mama’s, twice removed cousin who totally had skin cancer but now that they removed the cancerous mole she is totally fine and will lead a normal life. At that point, I will give you cancer. Don’t doubt me, I figured out how to a long time ago.
I can make any joke I want, you however need to be tactful. If you are not either a close friend or immediate family member of the cancer patient, be aware of playing along with the jokes. You may laugh at ours and make jokes that are variations of our own, but watch out for any cute ideas you get to go completely left field and draw eyebrows on me while I sleep that are intensely arched and make me look angry at everything you say. My jokes are funny; they have to be just for the fact that any humor I find is good humor. Your jokes are not as funny, because if you do not sit with me while I throw up then your jokes just remind me that I do that without you.
Cancer patients have a hard time with smells, sounds, light, and well, people. On chemo, one can throw up at just the mentioning of food. Let me refer you to the day a fight went on in the oncology ward between a cancer patient and a healthy person, and the healthy person almost died first. On the third day of one of my hospital stays I was just finishing up a chemo round when they decided to put another girl in the hospital room with me. It was two to a room so it was to be expected. The problem was that this girl did not have cancer. She had sprained her ankle walking and they did not have any room for her on the other floor. This girl proceeded to order food from the hospital cafeteria, and I proceeded to grimace and pull my blankets up over my nose. I was preparing for the smells, when I realized she had ordered some of the most repellent odorous food known to man: pork chops with onions, tater tots, and a milkshake. As a very aggravated cancer patient, I proceeded to sigh loudly and make fat jokes about the whale next door to me who was upset to be in the hospital for an hour because she was so fat she hurt her ankle. As the food came, she proceeded to stuff her chubby cheeks with as much as she could fit and let it roll around before it was slowly digested by her ravenous and plump belly. As an 85 pound girl who could barely turn herself in bed, I had already hatched a plan to slyly crawl under her bed, take off the safety break, and throw her out the window. I figured it was the best way for the whale to return to sea. I got sick all night off of the leftover smells lingering from her meal. To a cancer patient, we feel that you should just know that we can’t take this. There is no three strike rule, it’s just you’re out.
We do not want to know about your friend who had cancer who is totally fine now and has like three kids and is married and has had no problems after what so ever. Look, I understand that your stories are meant to be encouraging. But for every person you know who has lived from cancer, I know someone who has died. The same way that I don’t link myself to the ones who have died, I don’t want to link to the ones who have lived. Every cancer is different, every treatment is different. It makes no difference to my hope if someone with a completely different cancer and treatment is doing well. By the way, if you can’t even tell me what kind of cancer they had, chances are I will not be banking on you knowing if they have any later problems. You probably think they are fine and never have to do anything dealing with Cancer, but I know that Cancer is something that becomes a constant whether during or after. I’m guessing if that person you know decides not to tell you they still have to deal with Cancer aftermath, that you are just getting the same sugar coated version that cancer patients give to outsiders to make them feel better. Yes, that’s right; sometimes it is the cancer patient who has to make the other people feel better and less scared.
We do not want to know about any friend with cancer that you once HAD. Past tense is not encouraged. I do not want to hear any story about the friend you lost to cancer. I am sorry you lost someone, but no it doesn’t help to tell me how strong someone else you knew WAS. I am so glad that you KNEW someone with Cancer, but keep it to yourself.
By the way, just because you knew and/or heard of someone with Cancer, that does not make you an expert. You still probably know very little to nothing. I have had people tell me they understand what I am going through because they once watched a movie where the character had cancer but they were totally fine after they stayed in the hospital for a couple nights. I have also heard stories about the girl you heard about in high school that had cancer, and you were totally sympathetic for and stood up for while everyone was gossiping. I’m proud of you, but unless you can tell me a story of sitting with her at home after her chemo and holding her head back while she threw up, I’m pretty sure that you have no idea.
I do not want to hear about your cancer scare. I understand that you were really scared the other morning when you found a pimple on the side of your neck and you were sure it was a tumor but luckily it was just an overly large pimple, but do not ask me to celebrate with you that it wasn’t. I am glad you don’t have cancer, but I found a lump on my neck and it was a tumor. Want to celebrate now?
Look I understand that you are trying to be encouraging, but if I decide to open up to you and complain for a few minutes about being scared, let me. It does not help to hear you say everything will be okay or I am just over worrying. When I first found out I might have cancer, all I heard is not to worry because everything will be fine, it’s not cancer, it’s just a scare. That one didn’t work out quite so well, so hearing you tell me again that I am over worrying will only guarantee that I will not try to talk to you about it again. At this point, let me worry and at least be aware of what could happen. Your best bet is to tell me that no matter what happens you will be there with me, and together we will make it okay.
These are just a few rules of Cancer etiquette. Most of them seem reasonable and basic, and yet it is surprising how many people decide to come sit in my room with me while I get chemo, offer me a bite of their tuna fish sandwich, turn on the television, ask me to play cards instead of sleeping, assure me it only gets better, and console me with a story about their best friend’s, sister’s, baby mama’s, twice removed cousin who totally had skin cancer but now that they removed the cancerous mole she is totally fine and will lead a normal life. At that point, I will give you cancer. Don’t doubt me, I figured out how to a long time ago.
Cancer is Not Like Cooties
I have been very involved in both The American Cancer Society and The leukemia & Lymphoma society now for a while. The L&L society runs many programs dealing with raising money and raising awareness. One specific campaign is called Pennies For Pasta. This is a program is set up in the Elementary, Middle, and high schools that allow students to donate their loose change to the cause. This program works so well because it lets every student feel like they are a part of the difference the school makes. Even low income schools are able to make a difference and participate. As part of the campaign, I went around to a few of the schools and talked to the students. I was able to sit down with select students and tell them about my story, the campaign, and how it makes a difference. After wards, I took questions from the students. One of the most common questions I heard from the students, is “How do you get cancer?” “Is it contagious?” “Will I have it because my mom has it?”
I came to realize that one of the things I think is so well known about Cancer, is often left unanswered. These kids were truly worried that Cancer is contagious. This also comes as a reason behind why Cancer patients who go back to school after treatment become avoided. Most of our kids go through school hearing about scary cancer, or watching a family member with it and never really have their parents sit down with them and explain what is going on. It becomes a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Parents feel like they are protecting their kids by not telling them. Some parents can’t face it enough to be able to talk to their kids about it. Most kids have no idea how to step up and ask about it.
While these may seem surprising to some of you that there are kids today who truly believe they can catch cancer, I have found many adults who still believe this as well. I still have people who are so ignorant about Cancer, that they avoid me or become extremely uncomfortable around me. I once had a person come up to me, but be very careful to leave at least five feet between us so as not to catch my cancer, and ask me if I had gotten over my little problem.
Now, treating this as a post done to be purely educational, there are a few things to take away:
Cancer is not contagious.
Be upfront and open with children, students, and family members when dealing with Cancer.
Ask questions when you are curious, most people would prefer you asked and knew.
As a Cancer survivor myself, I have never once been aggravated by someone truly asking me a question out of pure curiosity. I have had many people ask me things that could be considered rude or ignorant, and yet I remember that I would probably wonder the same. It is always better to have answers, than to worry about asking the wrong questions. As well, to parents who do not want their children educated on Cancer because they think it will ruin their big bubble of perfection, you only hurt your child by shielding them from truth. Cancer is a whole lot less scary when kids feel knowledgeable. From every after school commercial we can remember, it has been engrained that knowledge is power.
So just to answer some of the most common questions people wonder, here goes:
The actual Cancer drugs make you lose your hair, not the cancer itself. The hair grows back, different than before. Cancer is not contagious, you cannot catch it. The best way to prevent Cancer is a healthy diet, exercise, and most importantly regular check-ups with your doctor. Early detection is the best defense. You will not get Cancer because your Mom has it. Cancer is a mutation of the cells. We are making strides every day towards a Cure and more respondent drugs.
But once again, please be aware, whether I talk to you, touch you, share your pencil, kiss you, pass you on the street, or send you an email, this is not like Cooties. I cannot choose to give someone Cancer, and I cannot take it away with a Cancer Shot. Cancer is not contagious, but my cooties probably are.
I came to realize that one of the things I think is so well known about Cancer, is often left unanswered. These kids were truly worried that Cancer is contagious. This also comes as a reason behind why Cancer patients who go back to school after treatment become avoided. Most of our kids go through school hearing about scary cancer, or watching a family member with it and never really have their parents sit down with them and explain what is going on. It becomes a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Parents feel like they are protecting their kids by not telling them. Some parents can’t face it enough to be able to talk to their kids about it. Most kids have no idea how to step up and ask about it.
While these may seem surprising to some of you that there are kids today who truly believe they can catch cancer, I have found many adults who still believe this as well. I still have people who are so ignorant about Cancer, that they avoid me or become extremely uncomfortable around me. I once had a person come up to me, but be very careful to leave at least five feet between us so as not to catch my cancer, and ask me if I had gotten over my little problem.
Now, treating this as a post done to be purely educational, there are a few things to take away:
Cancer is not contagious.
Be upfront and open with children, students, and family members when dealing with Cancer.
Ask questions when you are curious, most people would prefer you asked and knew.
As a Cancer survivor myself, I have never once been aggravated by someone truly asking me a question out of pure curiosity. I have had many people ask me things that could be considered rude or ignorant, and yet I remember that I would probably wonder the same. It is always better to have answers, than to worry about asking the wrong questions. As well, to parents who do not want their children educated on Cancer because they think it will ruin their big bubble of perfection, you only hurt your child by shielding them from truth. Cancer is a whole lot less scary when kids feel knowledgeable. From every after school commercial we can remember, it has been engrained that knowledge is power.
So just to answer some of the most common questions people wonder, here goes:
The actual Cancer drugs make you lose your hair, not the cancer itself. The hair grows back, different than before. Cancer is not contagious, you cannot catch it. The best way to prevent Cancer is a healthy diet, exercise, and most importantly regular check-ups with your doctor. Early detection is the best defense. You will not get Cancer because your Mom has it. Cancer is a mutation of the cells. We are making strides every day towards a Cure and more respondent drugs.
But once again, please be aware, whether I talk to you, touch you, share your pencil, kiss you, pass you on the street, or send you an email, this is not like Cooties. I cannot choose to give someone Cancer, and I cannot take it away with a Cancer Shot. Cancer is not contagious, but my cooties probably are.
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