I guess it depends on where "mental" evolves into "pain."
As I mentioned on another thread a while back, obviously hearing "you have cancer" was a shocker, and it was not even said to me. HE has cancer.
We had about
two weeks to dwell on the shock until our first appointment at MD Anderson. In those two weeks, I was able to garner just enough knowledge to scare the begeezuz out of me.
Once we got there, I quickly discovered what I would later call "my walk of pain."
With each new appointment on each new day, the news just kept getting worse and worse.
After each new finding, I would walk outside down to the corner to call family and let them know the latest news. Sometimes, I just walked out there so my husband wouldn't see me crying. He was already hearing the same bad news and it was HIS body they were talking about
. I couldn't begin to imagine what he was feeling, if I felt such immense pain in my own heart.
Indeed, it was a "walk of pain," as my heart ached in ways it had not, aside from the passing of my little brother.
The first year, we remained pretty numb. We spent approximately 100 days at MD Anderson that first year. It seemed impossible to get relief from the numbness, with so many stays there.
Aside from the side effects, we have now mostly been able to put prostate cancer in the rear view mirror. Sure, we have to wait for PSA tests, but they don't alarm us as they did in the beginning.
One thing this beast has taught me is that worrying about
tomorrow only robs me of the joys of today.
When/ If the other shoe drops... at least we will be able to look back on the last year (and hopefully many more years to come) and know that we didn't give that time to the beast too!
Soooo, I was stuck between "mental" and "pain" when choosing.
Post Edited (MsWorryWart) : 11/15/2013 1:06:03 AM (GMT-7)