So today I went for lab work I gave the 3 vials of blood they need to determine how things are going in my fight. That is what I am currently doing...everyday. My body is fighting cells that want desperately to take over. Every three weeks a get a number that decides how I am faring in the war. For 2 years I have let my happiness, my security, my fear lay solely in a protein that exists in my blood. Today I am thankful that I can see my life for much more than that protein. I am a fighter...I am a warrior...I am in the trenches fighting insurgents every freaking day. I went out looking for help. Looking for a way to sort out this huge mess of emotions, feelings and fears. I went to a "cancer institute." I walked up to the front desk and AA style stated "Hello, I'm Sarah and I have ovarian cancer." Response: "When will you complete treatment?" Me: "Never. I have persistent ovarian cancer. I will be receiving some type of chemo for the rest of my life." Response: "I'm sorry our services are only for people who have reached remission or been cured. You can fill out our papers...but...I don't know..." Me: "Can I have the forms then?" Response: "Sure they have a return envelope inside." Me: "Can I just fill them out now?" Response: "Sure?"
Okay I dig up the most terrifying words I ever have to say to anyone. I expose the weakness that I cannot overcome...and pretty much I get slapped in the face. WHY IN THE HELL WOULD THEY NOT HAVE SERVICES AVAILABLE FOR THE FIGHTERS?!?!?!?!?!?! I need counseling. I need a nutritionist. I would love to have a personal trainer. Did I say I need counseling?!?!
Another much smaller place where that the fighters are overlooked is on the NOCC Break the Silence Ovarian Cancer Awareness Walk participation form that I fill out every year. There are 2 bubbles...SUPPORTER...SURVIVOR. Well it has been made crystal clear to me that I am NOT a survivor...but I am not a supporter either. I am right in the middle of the fight of my life....for my life. I need to see three bubbles. SUPPORTER. FIGHTER. SURVIVOR. I need the fighters to have neon green shirts. I need to find other women like me. Women who may not ever reach a finish line. Women who are a frustrated or maybe even as angry as I am. If you can't help me as a survivor because I won't ever be one...then make another group...create a place for me...I know I can't be the only person in this place. So even if the NOCC won't give me that bubble on the form. My team will have neon green shirts. They will be have the word FIGHTER as big as I can get it on the back, and I will hope other fighters will find me and we can talk. Then I won't have to be alone in this. This disease is too sneaky...and it has been creeping up on too many young women. I will wear my neon shirt and hope to find kindred spirits...sisters...who can help me make tidy piles of the mess of emotions in my brain.
|This on the front...fighter on the back...neon green...|
blind you green shirt!
Anybody reading this know how I can find these ladies? How I could find a real way to reach out to other women in my position? I feel alone...and with that lonely...I am surrounded and cradled with love, affection, prayer, and people to make me laugh..but I am also alone. They aren't walking this road with me. They are by my side watching me struggle...and if I can create a network of women who can help each other because they have been where I am. Or HOT JAM if I could help someone because I have been where they are now. I needed a purpose and now I have one. I am a FIGHTER...that does not mean that I should be excluded from the help people get when they have crossed a line into survivorship. I am living a type of survivorship...I am trying to figure out how to live the fullest...most amazing life I can...surviving everyday with cancer in my body.
|I love that there is a ovarian cancer awareness colored muppet|
ROSITA on Sesame Street.
So there it is in written form. I am thinking about putting it on YouTube. I will need to be having an amazing hair day for that to happen...and I might need to actually bust out my makeup. I know I can reach my friends with this blog ...and maybe they can reach their friends, but that isn't enough. I know how many things I have discovered on YouTube...none of them cancer related, but learning is learning ( I mean were you born knowing how to use liquid liner?) With the right tag maybe that would be my key to finding the support I need and being the support someone else needs. Joan Katz started her breast cancer center because there was NOTHING for her. Maybe this will be the thing I can start because there is NOTHING for me.
Thanks for reading my rant,
I love each and every one of you to the moon and back!