Thursday, June 2, 2011
Everyone is an Expert
In the 8 days since I found out, I've been told that I'm doing multiple things "wrong" in regards to my care and treatment. And my care and treatment hasn't even really STARTED yet - but, apparently, I'm still doing it wrong. I shouldn't believe the doctors, the geneticist is a quack, I really should do XYZ instead of ABC. I have an overwhelming urge to strangle people on a daily basis. Please? Just one a day? Come on!!!
I'm getting some great advice from people that have lived with cancer, great support and knowledge from people who actually know something about cancer and a lot of support and love from people that are just wanting to be "there" for me, emotionally and otherwise. 98% of people have been so awesome. I don't mind when someone says they don't know what to say but they are there to listen or help however they can - that's awesome! It's that other 2% that is going to drive me to drink!
I don't care if your aunt's hair stylist's dog had cancer and is fine now because the dog had acupuncture and it WORKED!! (This is usually followed by how the dog is DEAD now, but not from cancer!) Ugh. Let me educate all of the readers right now - please don't end your uplifting "My Cousin Beat Cancer Story" by saying they are dead now! That's just really not helpful.
Even the Breast Cancer book I was given by the Breast Center has a list of women who have beaten breast cancer, it's really motivating until you see the name "Elizabeth Edwards." Uh, didn't she DIE of cancer?! Might be time to print a new edition there people! In the meantime, I just took a Sharpie and crossed her name out - it seemed like a totally reasonable thing to do. (Alright, that's a lie. I don't write in books. Teachers hate people who write in books - it's wrong! But, I thought about it! I stood poised with my Sharpie in hand and I *almost* did it - so close. But then I thought about how Sharpie bleeds through to the other side of the page and that really bugs me. And if I did cross it out and I did it crooked, that would drive me crazy. Upon reflection, it's possible I have bigger problems than breast cancer...)
Let's not forget (since I'm ranting anyway) about those people who tell you to not believe everything you read on the internet. I am so disappointed and shocked by this revelation! Do you mean that the breast cancer cure I found on the internet where you wear foil on your head and dance naked in the snow doesn't work? Well, hmph! I'm doing it anyway! It can't hurt...except for the frostbite, I guess. But, heck, lose a toe, save a BOOB! That's my philosophy!
Boob Count = 27