العربية Беларуская мова Bosanski Български 繁體中文 Hrvatski Čeština‎ Dansk Nederlands English Suomi Français Deutsch Ελληνικά Gaelige Italiano 日本語 ಕನ್ನಡ Íslenska 한국어 Latviešu valoda Lietuvių kalba Lëtzebuergesch Македонски јазик Português Norsk bokmål Română Русский Polski Gàidhlig Српски језик Slovenčina Slovenščina Español Svenska Türkçe Tiếng Việt יידיש

I am very sad to day. I woke up this morning full of plans for the day. After scrolling the newspapers on the Internet I discovered that Kelly Preston is diseased after a two years struggle against breast cancer. I met my own fear with anxiety and I could not sit still. All my plans were changed. Instead I have been trying to escape my cancer thoughts with a very long walk.

Unhappy New year with breast cancer

My BCT and sentinel node surgery


Trying to escape my cancer thoughts

I took a walk for about 10 km with an audio book to disturb my thoughts. But it failed, of course. I dont even remember the content of the chapter I was listening to. While I was walking my mother rang. She had also become very nervous on my behalf, because she had read about Kelly Preston too. What did I do then? Well, I tried to comfort her with the facts that my lump is out and that the oncologist told me I had an early stage breast cancer and so on. My mother calmed down, but my anxiety raised to a peak I havent felt for a long time. No one was there to comfort me. After my conversation I walked even faster yet again trying to escape my cancer thoughts. I get the same feelings when people ask me how I am doing, and I say I am doing fine. It is just like they dont believe me. I just feel it. People forget that my breast cancer is not someone elses breast cancer. Each and everyone is treated differently.

The anxiety equalizer

Back home I found my writings, some notes I made after my meetings with the oncologists. These words are gold to me and my only comfort. But it takes a while to find this comfort and the calm to ease off the anxiety. During the day I know my writings will. Even though I did not know Kelly Preston, her death had a huge impact on my day. It feels like I am in family or related to anyone who struggles with the disease, or have died of it. In a way that comforts me too. We are many and more to come, unfortunately. We can comfort each other, while each of us comfort our family.

With the Landegode mountains in sight

You May Also Like

2 thoughts on “Trying to escape my cancer thoughts

  1. Ilene – Silicon Valley, CA – One and a quarter breasted woman and East coast transplant living in the Pacific California San Francisco Bay Area. Dying to get back home to nowhere and living with Stage IV breast cancer. Married to the coolest guy in the universe who occasionally suffers from depression. Family of stepsons. To think I'd have this thankless a job - not! And my best friend Simon, also my cat, and my bestie beastie. If not for his absorptive Tonkinese fur, my tears would flood Silicon Valley. How do I survive with Cancer, stage IV: treatments including chemo and surgery; palliative oncology; tenacity; a dark sense of humor; support groups; and my newly reinvented career as a vintage and antiques maven. Some days I miss a well respected and well paid life as a business strategist in high tech. 27 years, 80% travel, five cities, one former marriage, zero kids of my own. A brother in Tampa. Stepsister in Georgia. Friends coating the outer crust of the planet I call home. I blog to simply share my experiences and my poetic approach with others who have cancer of any kind, a debilitating and/or terminal illness (besides life itself), with their care givers, and all those who love them. If one person at least finds a little common ground, solace, a smile, nods in unison about an experience, or even a link to something helpful or some assistance, then I have accomplished a small but extraordinarily meaningful goal. Miraculously we stand flying on a merry go round the sun communicating and thinking. Wow. Improbably improbable. Go team. Oh and support me - buy vintage on my Etsy shop: Http://www.etsy.com/shop/YeuxDeux


    Or to anyone who noticed besides those of us who are so hyperaware of any breast cancer death I was only sad I had no idea she was in the club no one wishes to be a member of – yet sometimes privacy is all that’s left of us to decide who we tell and to the degree we reveal our truth that lives inside us. I hope she had the support of the kinds of people who’ve given me support as I face my own mortality. My parents are gone, my family doesn’t believe that my cancer is as bad as I have stated. It’s rough. I mourn all of us who lose our lives to cancer. It’s scary and so sad.

    1. Rist – I am a perioperative nurse with a lot of hobbies. But since this blog was meant to be about my hobbies it is called "Hobbies of mine," until some health issues became so overwhelming and changed my life dramatically. I therefore decided to add "with addition" to the blog name. In periods I will write more about health issues. I have had breast cancer, got ADHD, ulcerative colitis and struggle with fatigue and burn out symptoms. Someone I love got adhd and Tourettes, and meet alot of stigma almost everywhere. But in between the serious part of my life I will give you some insight in my hobbies like knitting, crochetting, card making, choir singing and more.


      Thank you for your comment Ilene.I am calmer today, but as you I am sad and mourn everytime I hear about people who lose their lives to cancer.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.