Reflections on My Cancer Battle (Part 2: Celebrating Three Years)
At first I didn’t know what it all meant. Cancer. Tumor. Malignant. I knew what the words meant academically, but realistically, where real life is lived, not a clue. I went home from work and found a devastated wife. But I didn’t feel devastated. What was the big deal? I had a tumor. It was cancerous. No problem. The surgeon would go up my rectum with a scalpel, cut the little monster out, and that would be that. Call me a cancer survivor.
We argued that night. She was absolutely floored, shocked, distraught, all of the above. I was . . . myself. Jen couldn’t understand why I wasn’t more upset. I didn’t understand why she was. It was no big deal.
Boy, was I wrong. I didn’t have a clue what was waiting just around the corner.
To be continued . . .