I hear you OP.
Just done a quick list.
In my adult lifetime I have lost my Step-dad, my Mum, my Grandmother, two aunts, a close friend and this year my DP to cancer.
My Mum forbade any public announcements or social media interaction on the subject - you could measure her stiff upper lip with a ruler. Her last year was shit. Chemo prolonged her life but the quality was crap.
My DP was diagnosed post mortem - sudden collapse due to brain bleeds was due to oesophageal cancer that had spread to his lungs, liver and brain virtually symptomlessly.
My Dad lives with splenic lymphoma.
Since DP died in January, one of our friendship group lost his partner to breast cancer. One of my close friends is currently being treated for breast cancer and is being stoic and low key informative on social media in case it helps someone else.
Another, younger friend was diagnosed with lymphoma last year, and went the whole public head shave and fund raising route which we supported her with. Obviously her situation was terrible but she’s now in remission. But it now utterly defines her. In the aftermath of losing my DP I had to make every allowance for her under the sun no matter how intrusive or insensitive her words or actions “because cancer”. When she told us about her diagnosis, which was about a year after my Mum died, she said at least when old people get cancer, they’ve had a life. Not untrue, but just a touch insensitive.
So I feel I can’t move for cancer at the moment. I’m unpleasantly cold about it.
Those in the public eye who “raise awareness” - good luck to them I suppose, but for the average person, being made to feel one should be upbeat and positive in such a hideous situation as a sufferer or a supporter, can be a real struggle.
When I think of how my Mum suffered in her last two months at the beginning of lockdown because all her support, bar district nurses coming to change her drains, my blood boils.
When I hear about people diagnosed too late because early signs were dismissed as neurosis, (close friend and Step-Dad) I want to know exactly what all this awareness raising achieves? It’s a lottery for alot of people.
I remember being so shocked when Helen McCrory died - I’m not one to cry over celebrities, but that made me howl as it wasn’t long after my Mum. I remember my DP comforting me - he was probably in the early stages of his cancer then. And we never knew.
I think it’s a mixed bag.
But if the new statistic is one in two likely to get cancer now, we’re just going to see more and more of it. And what is really needed is better support for both sufferers and their families, not just health wise, but emotional and financial, because if you’re not wealthy, it turns everything upside down.
Sorry for the ramble - it’s just something I can’t get away from at the moment. But if I get it (although I’ve had pre-emotive risk surgery to remove my ovaries) I will want it to be low key and private. And what will be will be.
Thoughts with anyone else in the shitty club xxxx