Ok – current cancer patient here – first, I agree with gailcalled. In and out, you need a little bit of everything; however, for me, at the very beginning, it was very odd for me. We didn’t tell people right away, but the day that we did tell people, I had more bad news added to the pile of doo that I already was in. It was like I couldn’t breath, there was this loud swishing sound in my ears and then I had friends coming over. It was hard for me, for my husband and for my friends. My children were at another friend’s house, that we had told earlier that morning.
I had a friend come over and ignore it, completely. My reaction – did she know? I truly thought my husband told her. I just rolled with her normal conversation. Another stopped by with so much information, that it was overwhelming. I was numb. Again, I smiled and thanked her, but since it hadn’t set in for me, I couldn’t take all the information in, I wasn’t ungrateful, I was just numb. Another came over, walked in crying. Truly, I thought someone died. I comforted her, consoled her and wound up laughing.
One of my best friends in the entire world, probably next in line after my family, walked in and said, “Damn. When you get sick you do it right, don’t you! If you needed some attention, why didn’t you just say you felt neglected. Now, you have to lose you hair and feel crappy. I’m still not cooking for you. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring you pizza.” I laughed and cried with her. She acknowledged it, told me I needed to accept it and get it together. But to remember that I was human and it was okay to be completely pissed off – which I was – and still am.
It’s ok if you cry, it’s ok if it scares you – just be upfront about it. Don’t pretend you know the answers, believe me, there are none.
The best person – outside of my husband, was my Dad. He reminded me that I am a fighter and there is no giving up. (not exactly what he said, but that’s what he meant.) He was great, he brought over our favorite junk food meal – brats…yum!! This was the Saturday after I was diagnosed. We had a great cold beer, together and our brats. I’ve never shared that conversation – and I never will. I just knew then how perfectly awesome he truly was.
Just be honest. Be yourself. Be true to your friend.