10 Things I've Learned From Cancer: Part 3

It was four years as of last Tuesday (June 30) since I sat on the phone in my car in the parking lot of the doctor's office, breaking the news of my diagnosis of follicular non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. About two years later I wrote this post about what I've learned. That proved fairly popular so I also posted this addendum a few months later. Without looking back at what I wrote then, and with the benefit of a little time and distance, here's a new take on what I've learned in the ensuing four years.

1. Time helps. It would have been inconceivable to me three years ago to think I would not remember the day of my diagnosis. But that's what happened this year; June 30th came and June 30th went and it was only in the writing of another entry that I realized that the milestone day had passed. So, particularly for those of us with so-called indolent, slow-growing chronic cancers, time does indeed help. Our flexible little minds adapt to the intrusion into our identity that cancer creates. 

2. Cancer may redefine you, but it doesn't define you. There's no single right reaction to having cancer. Some people acknowledge it openly. Some become advocates for their fellow patients. Some all but ignore it. It doesn't matter how much or little of your daily life cancer becomes, it will always be a part of who you are, but it will never be the sum total of who you are. 

3. In numbers, as in all things, moderation is good.  I love numbers, except when it comes to cancer. And the cancer world is populated with numbers. It's hard not to focus on the statistics that come crashing in, wave after wave. Some numbers can inform. Too many can overwhelm. As in all things, except ice cream, moderation is key. 

4. People should be generous with their empathy and stingy with their opinions. Unsolicited opinions about similar experiences of great-grandfathers, second cousins, friends of brother-in-laws? Don't  need 'em. Latest online fad about paleo diets or juicing or ph-balanced diet or whatever? Don't need those either.  Please... for the next person in your life who is diagnosed with cancer and you don't know what to say; if you should, call, or text, or email or post on their Facebook wall... send them one of these cards from Emily McDowell.  

5. Which brings me to: Humor is important.  I wish more people would joke about cancer. Really, I do. 

6. Of all the vices of the Internet -- phishing and malware, propaganda and porn, online bullying and cyberstalking, you name it -- I  think bad health information is among the worst. There is crazy, crazy stuff on the Internet that can penetrate your rational brain and hit you in your irrational core -- particularly at 2 am.

7. Working at a cancer center is a mixed blessing. In many ways, I'm a lot more knowledgeable about cancer and the workings of a cancer center than I would be if I hadn't spent my last seven years directing content at Dana-Farber. But I'm also a lot closer to a lot more stories of patients who don't survive. 

8. Too many people get cancer. It was President Nixon who declared a war on cancer back in 1971. That's 44 years ago! I know we've made a ton of progress and cancer researchers and doctors are miracle workers. I know we're better at diagnosing and it's probably true that there are more environmental carcinogens that are fueling cancer now. All of which drive up the rate of cancer. But still, there are just too many people getting cancer.

9. You have to find your own path to sanity.  Talking is good. Therapy is good. Creativity is good. But my path is a two-lane road of writing and running. Both activities have been part of me for just about forever; they've become increasingly important since my cancer. As long as I stay in either lane, I'll keep driving toward peace of mind. 

10. Life keeps teaching you if you want to learn. I cheated and looked back at the first two posts of this variety and my list now is different than my list back then. I still agree with what I wrote, but would add these on. So I guess I'm still learning.