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Sunday, September 27, 2020
I remember the day in 2013 when the Affordable Care Act (ACA) made health insurance available to everyone. I had been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer just the year before, was still able to work, but terrified that if I lost my job and my insurance I would not be able to get insurance, not be able to afford my treatments, and then would have no choice but to stop treatment, so would simply die. At that point I was living in a world where a pre-existing condition like cancer meant no insurance company would even talk to me. I had personally experienced insurance denial, once being denied health insurance for having seen a counselor one time in the prior twelve-month period (I'm not kidding).
And I'd seen the effect of insurance denial on others. A dear friend had hepatitis he'd somehow gotten as a kid, and the only way he could get insurance was through a state high-risk insurance pool (not every state had these). He spent most of his monthly income on that insurance, and in the end that exorbitantly-priced insurance refused to cover the liver transplant he desperately needed. He was only able to stay alive because his medical team managed to somehow get him coverage via Medicare.
I'd also witnessed, while working as a temporary worker at a insurance company, insurance agents boasting that they'd denied insurance to various applicants, a man who had just broken his leg, a woman who had applied for insurance just after becoming pregnant. Agents would brag they'd cut costs for the company by putting a rider on parts of an applicant's body, such as a man's heart, since he'd previously had a heart attack. A rider meant nothing regarding the man's heart would be covered by the policy (tests, needed medications, etc.), guaranteeing the policy holder would not be able to afford medical care for his heart condition. Denial of insurance coverage was that easy, and people suffered and died because of it.
So when I was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer I was terrified of the moment where I would no longer be able to work and so would lose my work-based health insurance. Because of my terminal status, I would be able to get Social Security Disability Insurance (SSDI), although it wouldn't be much, but I would not be eligible for Medicare until two years after receiving SSDI - this rule is still in place. Cancer care is expensive, although all medical care is expensive nowadays. My current treatments cost roughly $27,000 per treatment and I receive those treatments every three weeks. A two-year waiting period for Medicare would mean those costs would lead to me losing my house and all my savings, and I'd likely be forced to stop treatment. And because there were no protections for those with pre-existing conditions at the time, after losing my job-related health insurance, I would not be able to get other health insurance to help cover the cost of my too-high-priced treatments.
That changed when the ACA was passed and health insurance was provided via the federal exchange. One of main tenets of the ACA legislation is that health insurance companies can't refuse to cover you or charge you more just because you have a pre-existing condition. With this new law in place, I would be able to get health insurance and that gave me great comfort. And if you're questioning how insurance companies are faring in the world of ACA, they continue to see record profits. As the saying goes, the house always wins.
I do know that Trump recently signed an executive order stating protections for pre-existing conditions, however, this is largely symbolic. The only real protection in existence at this point is the current legislation in place via the ACA.
Now to what is keeping me up at night. With the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the Trump administration is pushing yet another Supreme Count nominee through, and this one (Amy Coney Barrett) is on record as supporting the removal of the ACA and its protections for those of us with pre-existing conditions. If this nominee is confirmed she would be in place to hear and decide a new lawsuit against the ACA led by Texas and supported by the Trump administration coming before the Supreme Court on November 10.
The Supreme Court confirmation hearings start on October 12, 2020.
Right now it appears most Republican Senators will vote in support of this nominee, but if people speak up, this might change. The only other time this situation has happened was during President Lincoln's administration. Supreme Court Chief Justice Taney died on October 12, 1864 and Lincoln chose to wait until after the election to put forth his Supreme Court nominee. Lincoln did this in order to honor the voice of the people who were speaking through the democratic process of voting. In the same way, this is an election year and people are voting right now. As in 1864, a Supreme Court nominee should not be put forward until after votes have been counted and our voice has been heard. Certainly, this was the popularly held view of Republicans voiced in 2015, another election year. When Merrick Garland was put forward as a Supreme Court nominee early in 2015, Republicans in the Senate fought and delayed that nomination until after the election.
No matter what your own political leanings, all of this is of vital importance. The voice of voters in this election need to be honored, and those with pre-existing conditions need to be protected.
So I'm asking you for a favor. I do not have a Senator since I live in Washington, DC (think taxation without representation). But you do. I am hoping you would be willing to take 10 minutes to find your Senators' contact information and copy and paste the below email to send to those Senators. I'm not sure I've had a decent nights' sleep since 2015, but this latest situation has me up at night even more. And you'd be helping millions of others as well. Everyone ends up with a pre-existing condition, thanks to age, and in this pandemic millions more are entering the world of pre-existing conditions due to the long-term impact of COVID-19 on the heart, brain and lungs.
Whatever, you decide to do, thank you so much for reading this. It's a scary time for anyone with a health condition. I'm just hoping we don't go back to the world of being denied insurance for having seen a counselor one time in the last year, for having a broken a leg, or for having had a heart attack. That was a cruel and scary world to live in, and we need to keep protections in place for anyone with a pre-existing condition. Thank you.
Contacting Your Senator
This is where you can find Information on how to contact your senator.
Letter to Send to Your Senator
With just weeks until the 2020 election, the Trump administration is rushing to confirm Judge Amy Coney Barrett as a Supreme Court nominee, while the people of America are in the middle of voting. Ms. Coney Barrett supports the aim of ending the Affordable Care Act (ACA) and the health and economic security it provides to millions of people across the country.
If Ms Coney Barrett is confirmed, she would
be seated in time to participate in oral arguments in the Health Care
Repeal Lawsuit (California v. Texas) the Trump administration is backing, seeking to invalidate the Affordable Care Act.
The protection of legislation that ensures coverage of pre-existing conditions, especially in this time of a pandemic, is of vital importance to me and my family. I urge you to reject this nomination and wait until after the current election to consider any other Supreme Court nominees.
Thank you for you time.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
A bit of a hush went through the crowd, and another woman replied, "Oh, you haven't heard. She was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer." A collective moan of misery seemed to go through the virtual room. The sense of pity and sorrow was palpable. Now I'm not saying it wasn't right or decent for these women to feel sorry for their friend. That is a good thing. But, still, I was there, someone who has been dealing with Stage IV metastatic breast cancer for eight years. And hearing that "she's dead" energy was certainly not what I needed at the moment. The other women didn't know about my situation, so I can't fault them. It is a fact that a diagnosis of Stage IV cancer of any kind is a horrible thing. For too many, it is a fast decline and horrible death. I get it. Not good news, and certainly something that should engender sympathy.
In my case, however, I have been very, very lucky. Thanks to the hard work of life-saving medical researchers, I've been allowed to continue my life with good quality, relatively few side effects, and the ability to keep working for eight years, although I've recently left work on medical leave. This is a different story of cancer. There is a good chance that I will die earlier than my family's good genes would have allowed, but, still, I'm here. And the me that is here is tired of hearing about cancer and tired of hearing the automatic pity fill the room when the news of a Stage IV diagnosis is brought to light. Oh, for one day of no cancer pity, misery, or conversation. That would be a day of true relaxation.
Generally I do not talk about my cancer diagnosis. I've discovered the hard way that it's a bit like admitting to a mental illness. People make automatic assumptions about me, and too often I've had the tone or look of pity thrown my way. I'll never forget being introduced to the new head of nursing at the infusion unit I had been going to for several years. In a medical setting I will throw out my Stage IV diagnosis in my intro to a key person just because it's helpful for them to know this detail in their work with me. This nurse had previously worked on the hospital's oncology floor where she had dealt with many other cancer patients. Thinking about it now, I realize that she likely had been dealing with patients who were not doing well, those sick enough to need a bed in the hospital's oncology unit. But in my case, I had been living a life of targeted therapy, continued work, a recent marriage, and nice vacations. We were coming from different places. So, based on her experience, when I told her that I was one of the Stage IV folks in the infusion unit, her look of pity was immediate and piercing. And my reply was just as immediate.
"I don't need pity," I said. She was slightly embarrassed and chastened, and with a quick apology, she walked away. The gap between us was clearly my lack of knowledge of her previous cancer experience dealing with probably very sick patients, and she was clearly not realizing that she, as a medical professional needs to be aware that her patients likely look to someone like her as a barometer of possible survival and wellness. In this way, I have been very lucky as well. The nurses who worked with me for the first several years treated me the same as any other patient entering the infusion unit. They knew my survival would hinge on luck and good treatment, so didn't make assumptions on how I was going to respond. They joked with me, asked me about my life, behaved as if I had the same chance of survival as anyone else. Clearly, I responded well.
Cancer is a complicated topic. As I said, many with a Stage IV diagnosis do not do well. But there are others who are biologically lucky and respond to treatment. Sadly, currently there is no way to tell who is going to have which response. The trick of living with metastatic cancer is how to walk that thin line of which way will it go. Having strangers oooh and aaaah in pity does not help with this at all. I was tempted, during today's virtual meeting, to stand on a box and tell those women that they have no idea how this friend of theirs is going to fare. The best thing they could do for her, as a friend, is offer concrete support (cooked meals, grocery shopping, rides to appointments) and the hand of quiet support. But I did not stand on a box during today's Zoom chat. In fact, I didn't say anything at all. Frankly, sometimes I'm just tired.
I still don't know how to handle it when pitying cancer gossip happens and I'm in the room. In the past I have given myself permission to leave when the topic of cancer comes up, and I can still do that. So the question is why am I writing this? I guess it's just to let people know, from a cancer person's perspective, what it's like to be the unwitting subject of a conversation. Truth is there's really no way to know who is dealing with what illness at this point in time since targeted therapies are much more common, and these leave a person looking like anyone else (no lost hair, fewer side effects, etc.). Along with this, old outcomes of cancer have also changed. New therapies mean more people are living longer, better lives. So next time you hear about someone's cancer diagnosis, you can assume that this is hard news and that the diagnosed does need support. But don't assume an automatic immediate death sentence for your poor friend. You never know. That person may just outlive you. And you'd be offering a great kindness if you treated that person like any other friend going through a rough time, rather than a friend who has one foot in the grave.
Because as Valerie Harper said, after being diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer to the brain, "Don't go to the funeral until the day of the funeral." Remember, Valerie Harper lived six years after this Stage IV diagnosis, working much of that time. So it was a long journey to that funeral.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Reminder: this is not meant as medical advice or a replacement for consulting with a medical professional. If you experience rapid, labored breathing, mental confusion, or your lips have become a bluish tinge, call your doctor or emergency services immediately.
What's In Your Medicine CabinetFirst let's start with what items you should add to your medicine cabinet before you get sick. Elizabeth Hanes, RN has created a helpful and informative list of medicine cabinet essentials. Here is the basic list. See the article for further detail.
- Acetaminophen (Tylenol)
- Multi-Symptom Cough, Cold and Flu Medicine
- Guaifenesin (Mucinex)
- Electrolyte Replacement Beverage (Gatorade, Pedialyte)
- First Aid Supplies
Caring For Yourself
Write Down Your SymptomsIn order to track how your illness is progressing, and look for trends in changes in your temperature, oxygen saturation, etc, write down your symptoms day by day. Here are the most common symptoms.
You can find an updated list of symptoms at Canada's Public Health Service
- Dry cough
- Difficulty breathing
- Loss of taste and smell
- Diarrhea or other gastrointestinal issues
- Sore throat
- Back pain
When measuring your temperature, use the same device each time and take your temperature several times a day. You're looking for a trend in temperature elevation. If a fever isn’t responding to the use of ibuprofen or acetaminophen, this is a concern, and you should contact your doctor.
If you are in a vulnerable group with an underlying condition, pay particular attention to worsening symptoms such as increased temperature, and do not hesitate to contact your doctor. One tip is to contact the doctor treating your underlying condition (oncologist, cardiologist, etc), rather than your primary physician, since you may get more focused attention from your specialist.
Back pain can also be a symptom of COVID-19. Studies have found that around half of hospitalized COVID-19 patients have proteins associated with kidney disease in their urine. If you have other COVID-19 symptoms and develop kidney-area pain, call your doctor.
If you are experiencing rapid, labored breathing, mental confusion, or your lips turn a bluish tinge, seek immediate medical help.
Ask Friends to Check In On YouCOVID-19 has a pattern. Those infected appear to be improving after several days, but then worsen again. This is when Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome (ARDS) can set in. Because people who develop ARDS are not getting enough oxygen to their brain or other organs, they can become very disoriented, making it hard to call for help. If you’re sick, let friends know you’re sick and tell them to check in on you regularly.
Many areas in the world have set up adhoc organizations to provide assistance during COVID-19, but because of the adhoc nature of these organizations, they can be difficult to find. Try contacting your local government office (your council member, etc.), or contact an organization set up to assist seniors such as one you may find via the National Association of Area Agencies on Aging (USA). They may know of organizations local to you that can assist you in setting up these type of check-ins or in arranging for delivery of groceries and medicines, and maybe even pet care.
Get Lots of Rest and Stay HydratedWhen dealing with such a serious respiratory illness, the key is rest. Lots and lots of rest. But also stay hydrated when you're sick, focusing on replacing electrolyte minerals like sodium and potassium. Pedialyte and Gatorade are particularly good for this purpose, but even fruit juice, soda, and other drinks will help as well.
Symptoms of dehydration include headache, dizziness and dark-colored urine. If you’re sick and you stop peeing, contact a medical professional. At that point you may need IV saline to rehydrate.
Humidity Is Your FriendCOVID-19 is a respiratory infection, and like any respiratory infection, it helps to keep the lungs humid to clear out the junk. If you have a humidifier, run it in your room. If you don't have a humidifier, heed the advice of an old-school doctor treating my recalcitrant bronchitis, take two hot showers a day. You'll be clean and it will help your lungs.
Anxiety and BreathingAnxiety can worsen difficulties with breathing. Below are several tips to manage breathlessness and anxiety in order to improve the symptoms of COVID-19.
- A tip from Dr. Laura Shoemaker (@LShoemakerDO), Director of Palliative Medicine at the Cleveland Clinic (Cleveland, OH), "When you are short of breath, you may feel anxious and claustrophobic. Looking out a window, even a closed window, can make you feel less anxious, and that by itself can ease your breathing symptoms."
- And Dr. Rab Razzak (@rabrazzak), Clinical Director of Hospice and Palliative Medicine at University Hospitals (Cleveland, OH) recommends the use of square breathing to decrease anxiety and improve respiratory issues. This gif is particularly helpful in guiding you through this method https://www.destressmonday.org/square-breathing/
- Mindful meditation to help with breathing (Greater Good Science Center, Berkeley University, USA)
- Managing Breathlessness Using a Handheld Fan (NHS, UK)
Breathing Exercise to Help Maintain Lung FunctionMaintaining lung function is key in keeping lungs clear in the event of a virus, and diaphragmatic breathing exercises have been shown to help with breathing. The resources below will help to keep lungs clear and improve lung function.
- Breathing exercises from the American Lung Association (American Lung Association, USA)
- Maintaining Lung Function If You Have A Virus - Experts Share Tips (UK)
- Use diaphragmatic breathing exercises to help with symptoms of COVID (UK)
Proning or Postural Drainage to Manage Difficulty in Breathing (aka Sleep On Your Back or Side)
Studies have shown that placing a patient on their stomach, in a prone position, helps increase oxygen levels and manage the symptoms of Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome (ARDS)
This HealthLine article provides helpful illustrations and descriptions on positioning in order to improve breathing: Postural Drainage: Does It Really Work?
Either way, sitting or sleeping on your stomach or side helps to get more oxygen into your lungs.
Primary Sources of InformationThese tips were primarily pulled from the following sources.
- For People At Home With COVID-19 Symptoms, Self Care Is More Than 'Call Your Doctor', Erin Ross, Oregon Public Broadcasting, April 3, 2020
- Medicine Cabinet Essentials During the Coronavirus Pandemic, Elizabeth Hanes, RN, healthgrades, March 17, 2020.
- Nurses Respond: What you actually need to treat coronavirus,KRON4 News, San Francisco, CA, March 16, 2020.
Friday, February 14, 2020
So there's no reason not to get back into the intimacy business if you're dealing with the side effects of cancer. The question though is how do you go about doing this? Luckily, there are a host of experts out there talking about just this topic. Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center (MSK) offers guidance to patients through its Sexual Health and Intimacy services. And oncologists like Dr. Don Dizon have focused on the area, creating the Sexual Health First Responders Clinic at the Lifespan Cancer Clinic in Providence, Rhode Island. Also, sexual enjoyment companies like Jo Divine in the UK offers great information on Women's Sexual Health and Men's Sexual Health, providing information on issues such as, Sex After Testicular Cancer, Sex After Breast Cancer, along with a whole host of other sexual health topics.
So let's talk about the problem of vaginal atrophy, for instance, which makes the vagina and vulva (the skin on the outside of the vagina) dryer and less elastic; a common problem for many women during and after treatment for breast cancer. Blogger Jane Lewis tackles this issue in Living with Vaginal Atrophy, and Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center offers even more information in its October 2019 information page, Improving Your Vulvovaginal Health. Rather than resigning to a life without sex, there's hope. Non-hormonal hyaluronic acid products such as Revaree can be used to treat vaginal dryness, and for non-hormone sensitive cancers, estrogen-based vaginal suppositories can be used. In addition, pH balanced vaginal lubricants like Yes (my personal favorite) can be used during sex to make the experience enjoyable rather than painful.
Certainly, the resources above don't begin to cover all the information out there to help us cancer kids get our swerve back. If you have helpful info you've found, please feel free to tell us about it in the comments below. But this is a good start, and hopefully can help you end your evening with the bang you so desire. Or at least this can help you make a good start of it. Find what works for you, take your time, be gentle with yourself and your partner as you go. But most important, you go get your swerve on.
Friday, February 7, 2020
Luckily my mother didn't experience the ICU again until her death, this time all of us able to visit her coma-laden body at the same time in the ICU after she'd experienced a major stroke. We spoke to the doctors of the damage to her brain, and decided to honor her advance directive and remove her from support. A cart of food and drinks for the family, what I began to refer to as the Death Cart, mysteriously appeared next to the door, and the room filled with the smell of dying. We were able to help her die peacefully thanks to pain killers, but her children were indelibly marked, grieving her sudden and tragic loss.
Sadly, soon after my mother's death my sister spent time in the ICU, again on a ventilator when she was not able to breathe after a minor surgery. But this time the stay was longer. Let me tell you what happens when a patient has an extended stay in the ICU. My sister was on a ventilator, highly sedated. After a period of time she began to try to pull the tubes from her throat, leading to more sedation and finally physical restraint. This then led finally to a psychotic break - up to 85% of ICU patients will experience ICU psychosis. My sister became more and more panicked, writing notes to us begging us not to let hospital staff kill her, begging us to stay by her side. We obliged. Finally, my sister was taken off the ventilator, but she never really recovered.
Now my turn. Last Thursday night I began to vomit blood. This gastrointestinal bleed earned me a spot in the ICU, my careful doctor wanting me to be closely observed after stopping the bleed. I was tethered to monitors and IV poles via an adhesive pulse sock on my right index finger, adhesive leads on various spots on my torso, two IV's, one in each arm, an oxygen calendula in my nostrils, and a blood pressure cuff that inflated so tightly on the hour a bruise was left on my right arm. I was conscious and lucky to not be on a ventilator. If my blood oxygen level dropped below 90, the monitor would alarm. If the IV bag line was blocked or the bag was empty, the IV would alarm. If the blood pressure cuff didn't fully inflate, the monitor would alarm. If the contact on the pulse sock didn't read, the monitor would alarm. The lights outside the room were never lowered, and the curtain drawn across the glass wall didn't block that light. The multiple monitors and IV displays lit the room. And each time the alarms sounded, the staff ignored those bells, likely to keep their sanity, leaving me to listen to the constant piercing sound. And when I would press the call button, the staff was often busy with other patients, so I was forced to listen to that sound until finally someone would arrive. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't relax. I was increasingly anxious. I suddenly understood why my sister lost her mind.
On top of that, while I was in ICU, two other patients in ICU died. Luckily, I was mobile and I'm smart, maybe the kind of patient nurses love to hate. I learned how to disconnect the leads and silence the alarms for a few minutes at a time, so that I could walk down the hall and use the restroom instead of the in-room commode. This meant though that I was seeing the grieving families, the Death Cart, the patient in the process of dying each time I walked out of my room. I was in ICU with hopes of living, and instead I was reliving my own family's grief memories, and forced to face the fact of my own imminent mortality from Stage IV breast cancer each time I needed to take a bathroom break. And I had to take many bathroom breaks (better than edema).
After a period of time, the doctors and nurses began to tell me I no longer needed to be so closely observed, I could be moved to a regular room. But winter is the time when hospitals are full, thanks to the flu, and no regular rooms were available for my move, so I had to stay in ICU. That meant I had to follow ICU protocol and remain tethered to monitors, calendulas, and IV's, and continue to listen to the constant alarms. The problem was that I began to feel trapped in this world of alarms, never-off lights, no rest, and death. And with each day I stayed trapped in this world, I lost more and more hope. A close friend once told me that he knew there was trouble when I began to lose my sense of humor. After day three in ICU my humor was entirely gone. The ICU staff was kind, caring, they meant well, but I didn't belong there and the sense of hopelessness was getting worse and worse Frankly, I've begun to believe that no one belongs in ICU, at least not with the inhumane, alarm-driven, lights up way ICUs are designed now.
Day four I was finally moved to a regular room, but at that point, the damage was already done. My mood did improve as soon as I left ICU, but an encounter with a cruel nurse on my final day at the hospital dropped me back into the ICU hopelessness. I came home feeling sad, demoralized, and tearful. And the problem was worsened by the fact that no one else seemed to understand my experience. I just wanted to drop into someone's arms and sob. Instead I sobbed by myself and I still can't seem to let this sadness go. Luckily, the hopelessness seems to be morphing into anger, and for that I am grateful. I'd rather be angry about this horrible experience than to internalize it as a hopeless loss of the will to live. I am still trying to find a counselor to help me deal with all these feelings, because honestly, how is a stay in an ICU, watching others die, any different than the grief and trauma of a tragic death of a loved one or the death of a classmate at a school?
I personally do not have the energy to fight the world of bad ICU design. There has been research and solutions proposed to re-humanize the ICU by changing lighting and reducing sound. I do know I never want to end up in an ICU again. I've added a DNR and instructions to remove any ventilators past hour six to my advance directive. And, if I end up in an ER again, I will fight like hell to stay out of ICU. I would rather lie on the floor in an ER than spend any time in another ICU. I just don't think I have the energy to fight the death, alarms and constant light.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
"Oh, I'm so sorry," the person might say, pity filling their eyes.
Or the person I'm talking to might not say a thing, but their behavior will change.
Every time I see that person, they'll ask, "How is your health?" That's the most common question I'm asked by this type of person, as if I am living, breathing medical chart waiting to give an update on my health status. My health becomes another person's obsession, the only subject they deem worthy of conversation with me. Frankly, I'd rather talk about ice cream, movies, even the ingredients of asphalt vs my health. The only defense I've found against this question is, rather than answering, to simply ask, "How's YOUR health?" They get the point.
Here's the irony though. Many people in my life deal with serious medical conditions. I am in that age group of above 50 so this is a part of life. Fibromyalgia, ruptured/herniated discs in the back causing unbearable pain, brittle diabetes resulting in neuropathy, blindness, amputated feet. These are disabling conditions, often taking a person down to their knees, removing all or most quality of life. But still, when I talk to someone from this suffering group, I'll hear statements like, "Oh, but I don't have it as bad as you do."
And I'll think, "Sweetie, you have it far worse. My pain is minor at this point, and I still get out of the house. You, on the other hand, are crippled by constant pain and entirely house bound."
I've tried to explain to this group that I am not identified by cancer. I deal with it, but I have a life as well. But to no avail. The comments continue.
Finally, the other day, I was talking to a friend whose condition involves constant, unbearable pain. We were actually talking about her health, which is understandably a consuming topic for her (pain does that to you). But, after talking about neuropathy so painful she can't stand the sheets to touch her feet, yet another surgery to fix deteriorating muscles in her hands and feet, and other pain-filled issues, she felt compelled once again to say, " Oh, but I don't have it as bad as you do."
I was ticked. Once again, the cancer concept put me in a separate group in her mind, the dying group. In my anger, I quickly blurted out, "The truth is we both got served a shit sandwich. Yours is just filled with different ingredients than mine." She paused and she finally agreed.
There it was. The truth I'd been trying to tell people for a long, long time. I don't have it worse than anyone else who deals with a serious, disabling condition. We all have it the same. We got served a shit sandwich, the ingredients just are different. And life being life, everyone eventually will be served with a shit sandwich. That's how aging and health works.
I'm not sure if my repeating the shit sandwich statement will make a difference in how people talk to me once they find out I deal with cancer (notice I do not say I have cancer but instead I deal with cancer). Mostly it felt good to say this in response to yet another "you have cancer so you're out of luck" generalization. Mostly I avoid telling people about the cancer. Saves me time. But there are times where I have to tell people or they already know, so it's nice to have a response at the ready.
Cancer is not worse than any other of the many horrible conditions out there. It's about what is happening at that time in that condition. I have good days. I have bad days. I have friends with chronic pain conditions who also have good days and bad days. We have that in common. And that's what I wish people would focus on instead, what we have in common.
Cancer is horrible, but it's just a disease. I'd rather focus on the day I'm in than on the image of myself dying a horrible, suffering death. Helps me keep my sanity. So if you are lucky enough for me to take you into my confidence and I tell you I deal with cancer, rather than focusing on the image of cancer death that you may have in your mind, pay attention to what I'm saying about my life and feelings instead. Because remember, eventually, we all get served a shit sandwich. The ingredients in your sandwich will likely just be different than mine.