Living with cancer
It is with a heavy heart, a
pit in my stomach, and tears in my eyes that I am writing this essay about survivorship.
Yesterday, a woman who played a crucial
role in my cancer experience was buried. Her name is Yasmine. She was a psychologist
who was a member of an association devoted to helping people who
live with cancer deal with the experience. This organization can be considered
as heaven for those people. In order to support them, support groups, art
therapy activities and journaling groups were organized.. It was a
place where we can go, where many things
were understood easily from the very beginning, where there were no platitudes,
and where people were real. Actually, they understood the seriousness of the
situation. They also were awared of the fact that some of us would be lucky in
case they survive this “nightmare”, and that some of us, unfortunately, would
not.
The first time I was diagnosed
with my first breast cancer, I didn’t
know any precedent idea about survivorship. There was only one thing I knew is
that I wanted to be within that group of people who lived with cancer. But I
also knew that there were no existing support groups for women who are living with breast cancer in the
area where I used to live. Due to relation in breast cancer association,I was
introduced to Yasmine, and she agreed to establish the first support group for women in my
situation. Every week, a huge group of
women came to meet. All the women of the group were assisted by Yasmine
to guide themselves throughout the experience, and after the experience if they
were lucky.
In order to
describe the experience of living with a cancer, people usually use some “
battle metaphors”. Yasmine hated those expressions. She rather believed that the "battle"
metaphor against illness often lead us to think about the patient always doing something. After all, “a soldier who gives up the fight
is a coward”. However, medical techniques that are essentially
"doing nothing" are often better than active treatment, because they
give icreased chances of life and giving improved mortality rates. She also
affirmed that soldiers who get injured or die in battles are usually
given medals. But she wanted patients to live and to dodge as much bullets as
they can. All of the women from the group agreed with Yasmine when she said
that surviving the battle implies the fact of fighting very hard and very well, if you die at the end it
means that you did not while dying at
the end suggested you didn’t fight hard
enough to win. Yasmine was always
reminding us that a great deal of survivorship is drawn by luck. She called it happenstance: You happen to discover it in time, the treatments happen to work, and
finally you happen to escape death. She supported each women in the association to find out how she wanted to
describe her experience and how she wanted to make an outline
for this experience. Overall, she helped us to see the good things around
us even on the days that we thought were the worst ever.I was
also allowed to hold meetings about women’s breast cancer organization in her
office. At this time again, every week
women gathered and helped others in the same situation to join them and
feel the warmth of togetherness and understanding during periods of deep
despair.
Day after day, over five years
ago and because of Yasmine, a very firm community of women living with breast cancer was created.
And yesterday during Yasmine’s funerals, almost all of us were there. But still
There were some missing. In fact there have been many funerals during the last five years. Here can be noticed the penance of
survivorship. . . you always have to watch those with whom you spent a long
time being close to each other being buried. However, now I see that with every
death, with all its sadness and anger, there is a renewed awareness of the
preciousness of the current time. People living with cancer are highly awared
of how things can change instantly and all what you have planned and did so far
can be messed up by three words: “ You have cancer”.
Being someone who is living
with cancer, It won’t be a hyperbole if I say that Yasmine helped me to define
my experience in the most It’s not
hyperbole to say that Harriet helped define my experience as someone who’s
lived with cancer in the most essential ways possible. If she
did not do so, I would not have been able to definite my life after cancer. My
current life is much richer and better
than before. I will never say that going through the experience of having a
cancer was a gift, however Yasmine offered me all the tips that helped me to recognize
the gravity of my situation, and at the same time simultaneously come up with
goodness from it. She made me discover the power of hope.