Our family has been dealing with a health issue for the last few months. We are coming to the end of my husband’s treatment and, thankfully, he’s doing great. We’ve remained very private throughout all of this, however, in the interest that our story may help someone, provide some comfort or just spread the word about testicular cancer, I want to share what we’ve been going through and how we’ve been dealing with it. These are journal entries I have been keeping along the way…so, keep in mind, they are not in real time.
May 7th, 2014
People keep asking me how I am. It’s a weird thing for me to think about, because it is Dave going through the treatment. One of my best girlfriends (who went through chemo herself) told me that she thinks this will all actually be harder on me (emotionally) than it will be on Dave. She explained that it may be stressful and frustrating because he can only tell me how he feels from day to day…I have no real way of knowing how things are physically affecting him.
So far, I’m okay. I was more stressed out and upset before chemo started. The worrying and waiting, wondering how we were going to manage the kids and finances and our day to day life was overwhelming. Now that we’re finished round 1, I’m feeling like we can do this. We’re a third of the way there.
Some days are really hard. During the first week, Dave would need to come home and rest for most of the afternoon after treatment. When I’m off work, it isn’t too difficult. I can manage the house and kids…I get the dinner, bathe them and get them to bed….then I’d fold the laundry and, if he’s surfaced, Dave and I melt into the couch at the end of the day. On the days that I work, my parents have been a tremendous help. They pick the kids up from school, take them overnight on the weekend…stay in the evenings to help me around the house. I feel so blessed to have the support system that I do.
We’re going to get through this…that is what keeps me sane. When I start to lose it about the state of the house, the piles of dirty clothes or the renovation to our home that we’ve had to put on hold…I remind myself that this is temporary. We are the lucky ones, where a cure is almost 100% guaranteed. No pity parties here, people.