It is February and there is a positive energy in the air. It is
the prospect of a new year. A chance to let go of the past and believe in good
things to come. It is the anticipation that life will turn out how we want. It
is hope. We all have hope for different reasons but at the end of the day when
things don’t turn out, we dig down and assure ourselves, “There is always
hope.”
Being a cancer patient in January brings a new perspective to New
Year’s hope. The anticipation of the year ahead is very different to the
patient and their families then to those outside the cancer world. My
perspective of hope came as the caregiver for two husbands with cancer. Both of
them were very sick in January and they both died in February, five years
apart. I remember listening to people hope that this would be the year they
lost ten pounds and finally kept it off. My husband was very thin and had no
appetite. I wanted to say to them “lose the damn weight and get back to your
cancer free life!” Little by
little I couldn’t relate to people in my old world before cancer, I found it
very isolating. I longed to talk to other caregivers who understood my
perspective.
Hope is a beautiful thing. It is a free and unlimited resource,
which can be completely unfounded. I never knew the endurance of hope until I
cared for my husbands. On tough days as their caregiver I privately lost sight
in the beauty of hope. I didn’t know if too much hope was only denial of the
disease and its progression; or if you couldn’t have enough hope, because the
more positive energy the better. I wanted something concrete to keep my faith.
I needed a good scan or blood test result. I remember our oncologists, families
and friends constantly promoting hope to my husbands. However, when things did
not go as anticipated I was the only one there in the middle of the night
picking up their emotional pieces. On those occasions they relied on me to
restore their hope and although I was drained I realized it was a big part of
being a spouse. On the days when my hopes were down I would witness their
strong will and this in return restored mine.
Hope is a relative thing. When my first husband was diagnosed
with leukemia we hoped the chemotherapy would kill the cancer. When it didn’t
we hoped a bone marrow donor match would be found. When it wasn’t we hoped for
a stem cell harvest, not enough healthy cells left for that. Then he had
cardiac death and we hoped a defibrillator implanted in his heart would stop
the next one from killing him. When he got an extreme intestinal infection we
hoped the antibiotics would stop it. When they didn’t we hoped he wouldn’t
linger.
Hope is a powerful thing. When my second husband was told by his
doctors there were no more treatments for his colon cancer which had spread to
his lungs and vertebrae he sought alternative treatments. While sick he
traveled to Germany, California and yes Tijuana for juice, hoping for a
miracle. When this didn’t work and the cancer started growing into his spinal
cord we hoped the huge dosages of pain medication would keep him comfortable,
but not stop his respiratory system. The drugs did stop it and the paramedics
put him on life support. When I took him off life support I hoped it was the
right thing to do.
Hope is a necessary thing and that is one of the biggest lessons
I learned from caregiving cancer patients. When I lost sight of it because of
exhaustion and frustration it only made everything harder to endure and my
fears more in control. One of the challenging parts of caring for a loved one
with cancer is the constant unknowns each day whether it is medical, emotional,
financial or family. There is no proof that my hope ever leads to my desired
outcome in any circumstance. I realized my hope was about being able to handle
the outcome. It was the act of hope that fueled my perseverance during those
trying days. Like burning faith but that is a whole other topic of discussion
for another day.
~ Susan Parker
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