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“I don’t want to be a Ee-yore”

I got back from my run tonight and realized that I am just short of 1,000 miles for the year.  Since I don’t run competitively anymore it really means 6500 minutes of thinking time.  Time to contemplate my life, my problems, my failures, my hopes and most importantly my solutions.

I’ve always thought that there has to be an answer to things.  Most importantly, there is an answer to sadness and failure.  You just have to think things out.  This weekend while seemingly normal (if you can call it that) It has been hard lately in our house.  It was a hard weekend emotionally as we had to revisit our situation.  Once the negative thoughts and comments creep in, it just changes the tone of our home.  I noticed my wife was raining on my parade a bit over the last week.  She’s always been the realist in our relationship while I have been the dreamer.  We have always worked hard to balance each other out without the expense of ruining the other person’s day.  This has changed though, recently, and we had to have a bit of a discussion to clear the air.  Lots of tears were shed.  Thoughts of frustration over the delay of surgery and the starting of Tamoxifen treatment had a greater change in outlook than expected.

I also realized that I was remaining distant.  It wasn’t because i was avioiding my wife but rather because she was pushing me away by not wanting to hear my opinion.  It is hard. You try to be selfish with your time, yet to be there for the other psrson.  I’m finding it hard to stay positive for the both of us when I’m tired and not feeling heard.

Last week our visit to the oncologist was long as usual.  I went along for support.  It had been a while since i had been back to the cancer clinic and although it is a pleasant place for a cancer clinic, it is a place where you lose your ability to control the situation.  The wait for our reknowned oncologist while waiting in an 8′ x 10′ foot room is always nerve-wracking.  It gave us time to communicate though.  I told my wife that although I was there to support her, the decision she made for her treatment was all hers.  I told her any kind of optional treatment that meant getting shots or inconveniencing myself were my deal breakers although that ahould not be method of reasoning.  She agreed and after listening to the fellow, she told me she was going to choose Tamoxifen with Ovarian suppression.    I told her I was definitely going to support her no matter what.  Well 10 minutes later and her oncologist walks in and convinces her to go with a bisphosphonate trial.

As we walked out, my wife said, “I know what you are thinking.”  I told her it was typical of her not going with my opinion and even worse not sticking with her own convictions.  I told her I was still okay with her choice, but I could tell she was frustrated with herself.  This carried into her negative thoughts and comments over the last few days.  She was frustrated in not being able to control things and that for once she was not able to do it her way or felt like she was just putting her life in the hands of another.

I told her that her concerns were legitimate and that she was just going to have to stick with her convictions or be more open to listening to others.  On the other hand I promised to not be so “darned positive”.

Well we should hear tomorrow when the next surgery will be.  That should help bury some of the frustration of not knowing and not being in charge.