For me, the number one no-no is to get on the internet and start googling lymphoma. It scares the hell out of me. I can take only short bursts of information before panic takes over. It's the sure-fire way to beat down my warrior attitude.
But every so often, I start to think I am strong enough to handle the information and I go searching. And invariably, something comes up that scares the hell out of me and it makes me fall apart. And as a former oncology nurse--the knowledge I have from oncology 15 years old does more harm than good. The specialty has come so far from when I worked in oncology practice. But my memories and knowledge were far more of sick people that were fighting for their life than those we helped. And I remember selfishly at that time wondering why any one would put themselves through this treatment. Prior to my children, I remember telling my husband that I would rather die than go through any of the cancer treatement I saw during those years of practice.
I want to apologize to every one of my patients for that thought. I have kids now. I have more experience and friends and goals to accomplish. I understand you will do ANYTHING to have more years with those you love. It's a fierce desire. I will fight unfailingly for time with my family. It's not that I am afraid to die, or afraid of God. It's just that I love my kids and husband that much. We have so much more we want to do together.
You see, my disease is considered incurable. Yes, I will get remission, but this is my life now. And scientists quote numbers of 5 to 10 to 20 years. But this isn't good enough for me. My children will be 29 and 27 with 20 years...I want more. More, more, more. And I pray about this insanely. I want to see my kids grow up and my grandkids and enjoy retirement with my husband. I hold on to this want fiercely because it is based in love. I cannot think that God will not understand this becasue I love my family so fiercely that I cannot and will not let them go yet. God commanded us to love one another. It is this fierce love that calls me to fight. This cannot be wrong.
But this love is also the center of my fear. I am not ready to go. I am not ready to consider my mortality but when you are diagnosed with cancer and begin to ready the various websites--that fear creeps in because all you love is threatened.
And all the research on the internet feeds this fear. When you feed a fear, it becomes larger than it really is. You build a monster in your mind that feeds the cancer and gives you one more thing to fight in this battle.
When my fear gets so great, I cry. I'm not the strong warrior people see. I'm a mess. I curl on the couch. I may have kicked the couch on occasion and I rale at my situation. Fear is of the devil. It's not pretty. It's red noses, boogers, slobber, many tears, hot flashes and cold streaks. Fear takes your breath and freezes your mind. Your voice is raw from crying and screaming and your body aches from the grief. Fest is so much bigger than it really is. I MUST remind myself that MY GOD is bigger than MY FEAR.
If the internet feeds your fear, get off of it. Give your fear to God. God is asking us to trust him through these times. I am being called to put my faith in something I cannot see or feel. And I am reading over and over in the Bible how God assures us that we will be delivered. God will be my strong rock and a castle to keep me safe and lift me up in his time and deliver me from my fear and comfort me when I am down and heal me if I put my trust in The Lord.