Navigating conversations about cancer, especially when it’s of the non-curative kind like MCL, is a delicate dance. My family and close friends were in the loop about my MCL diagnosis, yet the extended watch-and-wait period seemed to lull them into a state where the subject rarely surfaced. It’s an uncomfortable topic, and I understand; people don’t want to pry, but they do care. From my perspective, I always welcomed discussions about how I was “feeling” or the latest updates from my tests. It felt therapeutic, and I hoped it would reassure my loved ones that I was open to these conversations.
From a religious standpoint, I find solace in my Christian faith, believing that everything will ultimately be okay. This conviction doesn’t hinge on the idea that fervent prayers for my personal cure will alter my medical journey. Instead, my prayers are directed towards my medical team and my family. It might seem peculiar that I don’t explicitly pray for myself, but my trust lies in the broader perspective that everything will unfold as it should, even if that means finding resolution in the afterlife.
The support from my friends and family was an anchor during this time. Robin, a cherished friend of my wife from childhood and our maid of honor, delivered a thoughtful care package before my first treatment. It included an incredible warming blanket, comforting chicken noodle soup, trail mix, a BBQ cookbook (knowing my love for BBQ), and, perhaps most importantly, some heartfelt hugs.
My brother and brother-in-law sent a prayer shawl crafted by parishioners at their church, accompanied by a wooden cross from Bethlehem. The prayer shawl became a symbol of comfort throughout my treatments, a visible companion in most of the pictures taken during those challenging times.
Expressions of support and prayers from family and friends resonated deeply, more than words can convey. The willingness of those close to us to lend a helping hand around our home while I underwent treatment in Madison was truly appreciated. A special shout-out to Dick and Kathy for tending to the plants, managing the trash cans, and keeping a watchful eye on our place while we were away.