“Sharing is caring.”
I think I first saw that comment on the blog of a fellow
breast cancer survivor and #bcsm community member.
My incision was healing, my OncotypeDX results were pending
and she was sharing explicit details and photos of her in-progress breast reconstruction.
The phrase seemed slightly off-beat and mildly amusing considering
the context but the more time I spent in various cancer support communities the
more I understood the concept.
Sharing food or wealth is an obvious expression of compassion
but sharing your cancer story is tantamount to sharing your soul. As a general
rule, newly diagnosed patients are overwhelmed, under-educated in medical terminology and highly
anxious.
Doctors give you options. Friends and family give you love
but veteran patients are the only ones who can simultaneously validate your
fears and calm your nerves. They share their story and somewhat ease your
burden by tacitly saying, “You are not alone.”
Tomorrow I visit the mammography clinic for what will most
likely be the last time ever.
I’m nervous. My first mammogram didn’t go so well.
Yet I need only send out a signal to those men and women who’ve
been down a similar road and they will remind me that scanxiety is normal. They
will wish me luck and send positive energy. I will ask questions and they will
share everything they can with me or anyone else that needs a hand to hold down
this bumpy road.
For this compassionate
community, I am profoundly grateful.
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