@GracieGirl,
GracieGirl wrote:Hi thack45!
You were still in high school?! If you were a sophomore or a junior, then you were only a little older than I am. I cant even imagine having cancer or thinking that I could die while I'm still a teenager. I havent even gotten a chance to have fun yet! What'd you do when you found out and whatd your friends say or do? Did they try to help you feel better? How long did you have cancer? Did you still go to school?
How'd you get cancer anyway? Does it run in your family or did it just happen?
You had depression before you had cancer? Why? What made you soo sad? That really sucks thack. Thats really sad. You wanted to die? But what about your dad and your friends? Do you have any sisters or brothers? Weren't you scared to leave them all behind?
You felt 'death"? What'd it feel like and was the cancer making you sick and causing pain or was it the chemo or both? What'd you feel like when the cancer was gone and you were healthy again? And do you mean 'reckless abandonment' as in like, you 'lived life to the fullest' and stuff or do you mean after the cancer you just did what you wanted and didnt care what happened to you?
I'm glad you're okay thack. I really mean it. Your cancer stuff SUCKED! Now that you got the stem cell transplant you can never get cancer again just like Phoenix, right?
Hi Gracie. I know my response is a little late but, you know, blablabla ... whatever
Anyway, I'll do my best to answer all your questions:
I don't remember exactly what I or my friends did after I found out. I will tell you that although getting cancer at that age might seem scary (usually more so to family and the like), having friends that I saw every day in school (yes I still went to school) was absolutely instrumental in helping me get through it.
Yes I had depression before I had cancer--though it'd be another decade before I knew what depression even was. I still do have it. But what made me sad
was the depression. It's clinical, not emotional. Anyway, I didn't "want to die" so much as I was getting really frustrated with living. And I was entirely too self-involved to consider how my family or friends felt about it. Don't be fooled... I may have been sick, but many times I was a real **** about it.
When I said I "felt death coming", I wasn't talking about the chemo. I'd had plenty of spells of pain in the lymph nodes in my neck and had flu like chills and night sweating. That time was waaaay worse. You know when you're really sick and all you can do is lie in bed and sleep? The pain was so bad that I literally
could not fall asleep. I could only lie there freezing and shaking for several hours, essentially conceptualizing over and over, "this could be it"-- until that spell subsided.
I think it was less than a month after I got out of the hospital when I got a part time job. I also tried to go to college (I had two classes and went to each one once--not a great student). As you put it, I just did what I wanted. I think for some, a side effect of surviving cancer can be a perpetual feeling that nothing is worth investing time because "who knows when it'll come back?". Basically, it can stunt your emotional growth. And the depression didn't help either. It wasn't until a couple of years after I met my wife that I really shook that mentality.