Bringing into play
If there's one thing I've gained from dealing with my own cancer diagnosis and fallout, it's talking about cancer without crying too often. It took awhile, but I'm pretty good at it now. It involves a weird swallowing exercise and a little rolling back of the eyes into the head, but I can usually get my emotions under control pretty quickly. Tears are generally brief and I often move past them with aplomb (or so I like to think). This is especially useful for all those times spent explaining related situations to people (i.e.. I need time off work). I've been able to carry this over (somewhat) when telling people about my mom. This isn't to say I don't cry -- I cried on the phone last night and when I came downstairs I cried a bit with my sister. I hate this, I said. Let's drink. And we did.
It's a lot harder watching my sister go through this. She doesn't have the same skin I do, the one you eventually grow because the alternative is constant dehydration and red eyes and the inability to talk about anything without snot running down your face. It isn't a bad thing to not have this skin -- I'd rather no one ever have to grow it, that grief could be felt and expressed wherever and whenever, but when you're dealing with days, weeks, months, and years of grief, you have to figure out a way to feel it and still function.
But it's hard to see her lying on the bed watching Oprah and crying. I know that, touching as it is, it isn't the Oprah she's crying about. And it's hard to see her come home from work crying and talking about her panic attack and how she was almost sent home. She's my baby sister and this is probably harder for her than it is for anyone else. I want to make it better for her.
I talked to my mom last night about technical stuff -- what they'll do in surgery (frozen section, removal of lump and lymph nodes, double mastectomy if the grade is high), reconstruction options, adjunct treatments. And I started crying at one point and when mom asked what was wrong (why do we feel the need to ask questions to which the answer is obvious?) I told her I was scared. And I am, but more than that I'm sad that she has to go through this. Sad that we have to go through this, and sad that I know how this fucks with you, and sad that I can't do anything to take it away. She told me not to be scared, that she wasn't, that she would be fine. Later she sent me this email:
My dearest AliciaI am sorry I didn't let you finish what you had to say tonight. How unfair! I ask you to talk to me and then I shut down. I know you are scared. I just want you to know that it is okay. I can't be so self-absorbed to think you are just scared for me. I want you to know that I realize this is a very frightening thing for yourself too and I understand how lonely you must feel with everything that has happened to you. No one can stand in your shoes. I can't take away your fear, either for me or for yourself. But one thing I have learned is that the mind is a great thing. What you dwell on is too often what happens. At least that seems to be the way my life has turned out. So I am going to be only positive in everything I do and think from now on. And I want you to do the same. I love you so much. I love all you girls so much.So... the next time I ask you to talk, or you just want to talk, I promise to listen. And I will try real hard not to try to make everything better. Cause I know I can't. That is just a nervous thing I do. Sorry! Lifetime of habits to unlearn.I also want you to know how much I appreciate the research you are doing for me. I find it a bit overwhelming to find what info I need from the net. Especially the good info - not just the hype.So, remember I love you and that I am a long ways from perfect.
Love Mom.
That's my mom. She's pretty great.


I was very upset to see the news about your mother's cancer in your blog. Thanks for posting this message and her letter. It is so touching and honest. She certainly sounds like a great person. I hope that everything goes okay for her. You both are in my thoughts.
Posted by:Radiant1 | 04 January 2007 at 06:17 AM
I can see your apple did not fall far from your mom's tree -- two extraordinary women. Thanks for posting this.
Posted by:Joan | 04 January 2007 at 09:54 AM
I find my eyes welling up with tears when I or someone I know talks about cancer. And it's very hard for me to cry, given that I was a tomboy and "could" never cry in front of the boys.
I need to get to a point where the tears don't come at the mere mention of that dreadful word.
Your mom...she sounds absolutely positive and courageous.
Posted by:Marisa | 05 January 2007 at 08:04 AM
Your mom is a really smart lady.
Know I'm thinking about you guys every day.
Posted by:Noelle | 05 January 2007 at 06:44 PM
Your mom, it makes a great deal of sense as I hear her voice through her writing, that she is indeed your mom. Thank you for sharing that letter, and I think it is amazing that she is trying to be just as much there foryou as you are for her. In my thoughts always
Posted by:jen | 06 January 2007 at 12:29 AM
Talk about two amazing women. Now I know where you get your fortitude and courage from. Bravo to both of you...
Will be thinking of you both,
Minerva
Posted by:Minerva | 06 January 2007 at 02:06 PM
I am so sorry to hear about your mom. This just sucks so bad.
Posted by:Von Krankipantzen | 06 January 2007 at 05:31 PM
Some women hate to told they are like their mother. It sounds likeit would be a compliment for you as it is for me. My mom was also diagnosed with cancer about a year and a hald after my diagnosis. I was filled with anger and rage. There is such a mix of emotions, but mostly we just want our moms to be okay and safe and not in pain. Your mom sounds strong and she has someone with lots of experience to talk her through it and coach her. Cancer sucks without a doubt, but she will make it through. Just like you are each day. Hugs, Louise.
Posted by:Jeannette | 10 January 2007 at 10:44 AM
I was sorry to hear that your mom and your family is having to go through this. She's lucky to have you and you are lucky to have her. Thinking of you all.
Posted by:Jen | 22 January 2007 at 09:22 AM
Thinking of you and your mom and hoping all went well with surgery.
Posted by:Jeannette | 22 January 2007 at 05:51 PM
Thinking of you and your mom and hoping all went well with surgery.
Posted by:Jeannette | 22 January 2007 at 05:51 PM
Just checking in, and wishing your family happiness and health.
Posted by:kidsis | 23 January 2007 at 04:59 AM
I am just a lurker here but would like to offer a bit of advice. My mom is just finishing up with breast CA for the second time. We just got genetic counseling done and I would suggest it to your family too. Along with the breast cancer gene comes an increased risk of ovarian CA. Maybe your doctors have already suggested it. Please email me with questions. It has been a long road but my mom is doing great. She tolerated chemo very well and I am sure your mom will too. I am praying for you all.
Posted by:Rebecca Salem | 24 January 2007 at 11:08 AM
I cry daily, I tell myself that I'm cleansing my soul. You are never far from my thoughts *hugs*
Posted by:sandee | 06 February 2007 at 05:40 PM
Hi there. A while back you answered a question for me at the Globe and Mail. I'm 28yrs old with my first recurrence of Ov/ca. I'm really sorry about your mom - I hope she is doing well. I noticed you haven't posted anything in a while - I guess I'm just wondering if everything is ok.
Take care,
Becky
Posted by:Becky | 08 February 2007 at 09:08 PM
Hoping everything is going as well as it can. Also hoping for an update soon.
Posted by:Duchess | 09 February 2007 at 02:16 AM
I've also been checking in for further updates - I do hope your mom and you both are doing okay. We are all rooting for you!
Posted by:Terri | 09 February 2007 at 10:37 AM