Cancer Part. 5
It has been almost two years since my first surgery. It seems this is the only thing I can write about. Everything else is blocked. In the last two years I have hardly written a thing and all I have been able to write about is this. I have my apprehensions to continue to write about one subject. There is a part of me (most of me) that wishes I had moved on already, then there is my audience who even when I bring this up in a joking way in everyday conversation it makes them uncomfortable, or feel I have gone on with for too long and it is time to stop bringing attention to it.
How do I stop? When I was a kid my sister and I were in the crawl space looking for items to sell at the garage sale we had coming up. While we were in there we heard strange music playing. After searching for where it was coming from we found it was an old handheld video game, a race-car game. This game was playing on it’s own. We turned it around and looked at the back and saw the batteries were completely melted. We blamed this on a ghost of a good family friend who loved race cars and had passed away and maybe it was him saying hi. If not, then the question is, how was this game playing all on it’s own with batteries that were completely drained and how do you stop it? This is my problem. Everything I could of ever felt about what happened has been felt over and over again, so much so that I am completely drained of all power and yet I cannot stop reliving it over and over.
It might be because my anniversary is coming up, it might be because stacks of big tests are coming up, but everything is worse right now. I’m obsessed with death. I don’t talk about it, I don’t even like to think about it. Yet, when I brush my teeth I see visions of my family sorting through my things and wondering what to do with it all. I get mad thinking about all the amazing items I have that they would just throw away. How do they know about this amazing Chinese silk, hand embroidered blouse that was given to me by a woman who used to own one of the great clothing stores in Yorkville at the height of the hippie era? And when they find will they possibly see it has significance and sell it on Ebay or worse, give it to my brother for his store? Then I start to think about how I could make life easier for them. If I end up in the hospital again I must write down my passwords to all my important websites. I think about this all the time like it is an item on my to-do lists that keeps getting put off. Think about how much easier it would be to close my bank account, if they have the password to my online banking.
Then there is the memory loss that is very sneaky when it starts. I didn’t know this until I had to, until my therapist and doctor mentioned PTSD to me, but memory loss is associated with trauma. When I start getting bad one of the first things to go is my short-term memory and vocabulary. Words don’t come to me as easily as they used to. I think to myself I would like a glass of water then notice I already poured myself a glass. At the age of 30, this is never something I thought I would experience so soon. It isn’t always this way it just comes around when everything starts to spiral a bit. It comes when the flashbacks start.
Sometimes when I’m lying in bed I try to remember what it felt like when I was really unwell. I could feel my tumours, of course at that time I didn’t know what those large bumps were, now I know and for whatever reason I want to remember. If I sweat in the night, it brings me back to when my infection was bad and my fever would break every night. If I have some heartburn, I remember always needing Tums to get through the days. If some hair comes out in the shower I try to figure out of it is a normal amount or if it is like the chunks that fell out when I was sick. When I’m in the grocery store and I see Jello I get a pain in my jaw and remember my family trying to force me to eat Jello in the hospital because I was so malnourished but it just hurt my teeth so much I refused to touch it.
All of this plays in my head every day at some moment. Not all days are the same, some are tolerable and some make even something seemingly easy like learning to drive standard an incredible feat because every nerve feels shaken. On the bad days I snap at the ones I love and on the good days I can be a normal functioning human who is learning to live with some sadness.
Is it possible to change batteries that have been melted inside a game or is the game just stuck playing the same course over and over until all the power is drained? Can you start a new game with melted batteries and if so will the game play the same as it did before? I do hope one day my batteries will be recharged, my mind will get out of this Groundhog’s Day mode it is stuck in and hopefully I can move forward in my life and in my new decade of being a 30-something and finally show to those who will pay attention that somewhere under all this black tar there is something that I have been hoping to show to the world. I want to get back to my life and do what I know I have it in me to do. I just don’t know when the fuck that will be and a part of me fears when I do get there I will miss the comfort I have found in being so down.