Surviving Cancer With and Without Family Support

As a cancer victim myself, I have been inundatedhall to see them and he begrudgingly promised to
with all sorts of "support" from friends, relativesbring them "soon". I saw him two more times
and others not so familiar. However, myafter that before he brought the boys. His visits
husband's reaction to my disease was quite awere brief and to the point. He was working like a
surprise. There are some, for reasons of theirdog so that I could be sick. I cried my heart out
own, who cannot cope with the idea thatevery night.
someone close to them has cancer. Here is myWhen I arrived home after my hospital stay, the
story:atmosphere at home was very cold. I pushed
Probably the most devastating part of my firstmyself to do the things I could do to make life as
experience with cancer was the total lack ofnormal as I could for the boys, but I was bringing
support from my husband. When I learned that Ino money in and hospital bills over and above
had bladder cancer at the age of 45, I was totallywhat the insurance paid were coming in daily. I
shocked. As a mother of three young boys, I felttried to find financial "help" through the hospital,
that my world had just ended. My husband didthe American Cancer Society and other support
not do well with "sickness" and my first concerngroups, but to no avail. I went back to work at a
was his reaction. He "supported" me by totallylocal Waffle House as soon as I was released
ignoring the whole situation. When I got home,from the doctor.
dreading telling him, the phone was ringing. He wasI was scheduled to receive chemo treatments
at the local Chevy dealer looking at a new pickup.every week and had to work that around my
He was well aware of my visit to the Urologistchildren's schedules as well as my work schedule.
for testing, yet what was his first query?They were in school and most of my treatments
He wanted me to come down and look at thiswere scheduled to be in the afternoon to coincide
wonderful pickup and "help" him make a decision. Iwith my first shift job. I would pick up the boys
was not happy. We could not afford another carfrom school, go to the clinic, have the chemo
payment. His job as a brick mason's helper wasinjected directly into my bladder and rush home (
dependent on the weather and I was working,about thirty minutes away) so I could lay on each
basically to pay for groceries. I told him that Iside for thirty minutes for the chemo to flush the
could help him with the decision without evenbladder. Then, I had to "schedule" my urination
coming down there. I then told him that thewithin three hours of my treatment. All this while
doctor found cancer and that I was scheduled forbeing a mother to three boys, ages 5, 7 and 9
surgery in two weeks and would not be able towith no family support at all. One day when I had
help him pay for a new vehicle. His reply, after amy treatment, my seven year old was
brief silence, was, " Come down anyway. I reallycomplaining of a stomach ache when I picked him
like this pickup. " I went to the Chevy house,up from school. We drove to the clinic and I could
agreed that the pickup was nice, but again saidtell he was really not feeling well. When I came
that I would not be able to help him pay for itout from the treatment, he was laying in the
because I had bladder cancer and would be out ofwaiting room chair and looked awful. With the help
commission indefinitely. He bought the pickup andof his older brother, I got him to the car and we
said nothing about my cancer.hardly got out of the parking lot, when he began
When we got home, he had an" I could care lessthrowing up all over the car. So much for
about your problem" attitude and bragged that hespeeding home to do my ritual. I stopped at the
had had a serious operation on his appendix whennearest station and got him and the car cleaned
he was 14 and was right back to work in twoup and took care of him for the rest of the
days. A 6 week recovery period for my surgeryevening. My husband came home tired and
was ridiculous in his estimation. I was still trying toexhausted from a grueling day at work and ate
wrap my mind around everything that wasand went to bed.
happening. I couldn't believe his response, soThose were very hard times for us. Before my
"vented" to my friend....his bosses wife. She waschemo treatments started, I had two more
sympathetic, but had a jerk for a husband herselfsurgeries in less than six months. The last surgery
and was raising four children, so couldn't be ofwas done without the benefit of insurance.
much support to me, other than lending an ear toBecause our insurance was with a very small
my grief. She did offer to help with the childrengroup, the rates tripled and no one in the group
through my hospital stay,which I gratefullycould afford them. My multiple surgeries, coupled
accepted. Both types of support were a welcomewith my husband's bosses bypass surgery drove
relief, but in no way substituted for the support Ithe monthly premiums to a cost that was not
desperately needed from my husband. We hadtolerable for anyone.. So, the money problems
just moved into the area, some 1200 miles fromadded to my misery....and needless to say, was a
friends and relatives, so I felt all alone andreal bone of contention with my husband. I was
devastated. My co workers were more caringrejected as to any help with the hospital bills at
than my own husband was. They asked dailyevery turn. It wasn't until three years later that I
about how I felt and assured me that thingsfound out about a program through the hospital
would be okay. The one friend who said that shethat would pay a bill if one qualified. Armed with
would keep the boys while I was in the hospitalthe name of the program, I went directly to the
and recuperating from the surgery became myhospital after work and applied for it. All my
solace . Another real source of comfort was myhospital related bills qualified for full
religion. My strong faith in God and His support, nopayment.....except what was left of my first
matter what the outcome, helped me copebill....which was not qualified because it was over
throughout the whole ordeal. The religioustwo years old. I was appalled. I had asked every
congregation that I belonged to was a boost forhospital department I thought should know if
me too......but again, the fact that my own husbandthere was a program that could "help" with my
was reacting to my situation in such a negativebills and no one offered me any "names". I found
way put a great deal of stress on me. I even hadout about the program from a woman who
to beg him to actually be at the hospital duringworked with me at a fast food restaurant.! Who
my surgery. He felt that he needed to be workingknew that a hamburger flipper had that kind of
since I wasn't going to be bringing anything in toinformation when the finance department of the
support the family.hospital didn't! What was even more appalling was
My doctor believed that I could be out of thethat the program had been in existence for over
hospital in two days. Actually he had to "talk" thethirty years!
insurance company into allowing two days for theMy next bout with bladder cancer came nine
procedure, which consisted of a resection throughyears later and was a much better experience in
the urethra.... Imagine my surprise when I wokethe support department. My husband, who at the
up from the surgery with my abdomen bandaged.time of my first bouts was under tremendous
During the procedure, my bladder "jumped" intostress from internal battles of his own as well as
the resection tool and a tear occurred. I had toother problems at work, made a complete
be cut opened for the repair to the bladder. Myturnaround in his attitude. This time around he was
"two day" stay lasted eight days. My husbandthere for me from start to finish and showed
came to visit four times. What was reallygreat concern for my welfare. My three boys
disheartening, but at the same time verywere wonderful. My circle of friends grew over
heartwarming, was the response from my localthe years and they were all very
religious congregation. On the Sunday after mysupportive....fixing meals, and doing chores around
surgery on Friday, I had up to fifteen people inthe house for me. My hospital stay was shorter,
the room at one time and they streamed in allonly lasting two days, but I came home with a
day. All asked where my husband was...I had nocatheter, which proved to be a very painful
clue. Finally, at about seven pm, he came andexperience both during its use and after it was
acted like a jerk when I complained about hisremoved. Then, I developed shingles in a very
absence. His comment was, "Do you think that allinappropriate area of my buttocks. Through all of
I have to do is sit in a hospital room with you?"this, I survived. With or without support from my
He actually said that! What had he been doing thathusband, I survived. I have been cancer free for
was so important? He had been lifting weightsten years and counting. My exams have been
with his friend, who was his boss. The boys werefew and far between because of money issues,
with my friend ,his bosses wife. My entreaty tobut my last exam, this year, was clear. Going
him to bring the boys so I could see them wasthrough any severe illness is not pleasant, but I
met with, " I can't do that." They won't allow thecan tell you from experience, that going through it
kids up here. " I assured him that I had asked andwith support....especially from your immediate
was told I could go to the waiting room down thefamily, is much, much easier.