My treatments were completed by April of 2005, and at that point, I was thinking, “I can’t believe I made it through such a gruesome period. My body has been through hell and back, and I’m still here.” Is it true that I have beaten an advanced cancer? Has all the suffering from the chemo and radiation help me survive?
Fortunately, not every one has so many side effects from cancer treatments, but having been treated for a gastric-related cancer, exaggeration of symptoms was expected.
There had to be a reason for having to endure all this suffering, and then to be given my life back. I always believed there was a purpose to every thing we experience – the people we meet, the situations we live through, the choices we make… And I think I found mine.
It may sound strange to hear this, but I’ve always wondered what I could do to “save the world.” It seems impossible; but, if every person did one nice thing regularly, the world would be a much better place. It’s a big world, and we can and must all contribute to its betterment, as well as maintain healthy relationships, not only within our own group but with those we would never expect to. It really is that simple. Just be respectful and accepting of our differences, and don’t impose on others. Reciprocate kindness and equally share the space on Earth.
It’s what we all want, but we’re too self-absorbed and living madly, to even make time to do any thing about it. If we only complain how bad the world is, then we are contributing to the negativity. Why not try doing some thing small each day instead? Give some one a complement, be positive, do a good deed, smile at a stranger, celebrate the people in your life… any thing we don’t do, only makes things worse.
I’m not being self-righteous – God knows I’m not perfect. My small voice isn’t really saving the world either. But I feel great about helping people – especially when I can comprehend what they’re experiencing. The reaction from the patients I mentor is amazing. They know I understand, they know I’ve been there. Sharing stories alleviates some of the fear and the loneliness.
I say this with some reservation since, although I have experienced stomach cancer myself, each of us is different in how we handle critical situations. The circumstances with the diagnosis, treatments, recovery, and life span will likely be different. It is also impossible for any of us to measure some one else’s pain or fear. So even though I understand the cancer, the treatments, the fears, life after cancer – if you’re fortunate enough to have been granted one… there is uniqueness to be considered.