Scan Week (Ooh ah ah)

         It's scan week in the Moore household again. Every time this week comes around I tell myself that it's going to be better, easier, that I'm not going to panic, I'm not going to let the anxiety creep in, I'm not going to worry. Yet, here I am, stressed out, sick to my stomach, can't eat, can't sleep, and very short fused.  A lot of survivors and caregivers have told me that you never really get over the "scanxiety", but I feel like some people do.  Jay doesn't seem to worry about it anymore, or maybe he's really really good at playing it off as being calm, cool, and collected. But if you've known us for long, you know thats basically the gist of who we are.  Even my meditations are short and interrupted by panic during this week.  I feel like the world is spinning 100 miles a minute and I'm standing completely still.  It's such a bittersweet week though, when you get good results it's like climbing Mt. Everest.  You accomplished something so big and intimidating, but getting there is absolutely grueling. I always want to celebrate and shout from the mountain tops, and but usually I just feel extremely relieved, and very tired.

     I can't speak for everyone's surveillance regimens, but Jay's is as follows; Labs, CT, Urologist (way less frequently than the rest of these appointments), and Oncologist.  Labs and CT are usually one day apart, and then we have to wait at least two days for the results.  Those two days are the worst.  They take me back to just three and half weeks shy of a year ago, when we sat around and wondered for days what was going to happen.  That was one of the heaviest weeks of my whole life, and an inkling of the fear and nauseating impatience creep in every time Jay has a check up.  Life has continued on as "normal" as we could have hoped at this point, but there is some serious aftershock that hasn't gone away.

     Honestly, I think the aftershock has been more confusing than I realized.   When we were going through the life surrounding treatments, and appointments, it was like walking through a dark forest; just reminding myself that every step forward was a step closer to getting out.  Life isn't like that now.  It's like running out of the forrest only to realize as much as you try to run,  it's always in the back of your mind. I remember how often people told us it would all be over soon, and we could go back to "normal" but i've said it once, and I'll say it 100x, a cancer survivor and their family's new normal, isn't very normal at all, and navigating that is super difficult because it's very foreign.

      I don't tell you my heart and fears on this to stir sympathy, but to give you an insight as to what the reality of our hopes and fears are now.  I hope that it gives someone else in this situation some hope, and maybe some belonging.  It's ok to be vulnerable during this tough time, you really don't have to act like you have it all together.  It's ok to tell people you're scared, and its ok to feel every emotion you need to feel to get through the day.  Just don't give up, keep going, keep living through this life, and keep finding joy and small victories.  Miracles happen everyday, and each clear scan is a miracle all on its own.

Until Next Time
Peace, Love, and Insight  
-Kayla