What They Don't Tell You

They don't tell you all the wonderful people that you will meet, generosity shown, the people that go out of there way to help, the compassion that you feel, and the new doors that will open.

They don't tell you that after you get revved up on steroids and start 20 projects, that you will then lose all that energy and not be able to finish them leaving your house and porch a mess and a deep sense of failure.

They don't tell you that taking care of your wonderful child, the house, and trying to have dinner ready may be harder than actually going to a job and returning home.

They defaniny don't tell you that treatment and recovery is worse then the disease.

They don't tell you that you just won't be able to remember things sometimes, for no apparent reason, and there isn't any funding to really do a lot of research on "chemo brain".

They don't tell you that you may start to not care about things that you once did because you don't have the energy to care but you have just enough to be a little depressed about it.

They don't tell you there is a good chance you may have some post traumatic stress due to being in the hospital so much that when you hear the hospital beeps in the back ground of a phone call it triggers an increase in your pulse rate and if you liked watching hospital shows, well you can forget that now.

They don't tell you that people have very good intentions on doing what they say they will do when your treatment starts, but by no fault of there own, have to deal with their own issues, thus not doing what they said they will do.

They don't tell you that you learn a lot about who and what you judged people for, such as not having the energy to exercise even though you know it would make you feel better in the long run. Ha, running.

They don't tell you that if anything goes wrong they are going to up the steriods again and the process may start all over again.

It's a good thing they don't tell you everything, otherwise we might not have been so hopeful.