We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It’s hard to be without sympathy for anyone who goes through cancer treatment. Nonetheless, reading this piece left me with many questions - primarily how she came to be so isolated and whether she has found some way to cope with her anger. One hopes so. Recovery from a double mastectomy is hard enough. That is something left out - the part my friends in the same situation found helpful and hopeful, although hard:the work of recovery. Also missing is what those friends all relied on through the chemo and surgical phases of treatment: the profound compassion and caring of their everyone on the medical team. They each said they could not have done it with it. Isolation works against so many modern medical miracles.
Two separate incidents at my oncologists office:
1. The sound of loud voices and chairs or something being tossed. The security was called and the sounds of a tussle. Then quiet and my oncologist and her nurse came in looking a little frazzled. No mention of what took place.
2. While waiting in the waiting room a women came out headed for the elevator sobbing and angry. Her husband trailing behind her catching up just in time to catch the elevator.
My first oncologist, some 14 years ago, retired within days of my consult with him. He told me that he was happy to tell me I had a treatable cancer and my prognosis was good. You could see the good feeling that gave him in his 70 YO eyes. I have had four different oncologist since then. My current oncologist saw me three days ago and the news is still good. Of course I have had two lung surgeries and two lung biopsies in those intervening years so it has not all been lollipops and roses but so much better for me than for the many I have seen over the years in the waiting room, many waiting for their chemo. It is an unhappy place that I don't like to go to.