The Other Girls Club.

I don’t think of cancer as a blessing and I don’t thank cancer for anything. I will however, thank Cervivor.

Cervivor came into my life when I was needing a connection to others like myself and searching for a way to give my cancer story a purpose. Cervical cancer is still not talked about enough so there is something incredibly powerful about meeting women who want to change the world’s view of our ‘down there’ cancer. Cervivors proudly wear teal & white as we share our newfound knowledge about cervical cancer and HPV. We want to change perceptions, change state policies and show the importance of making cervical cancer research a top priority.

Before Cervivor, I had no idea January was Cervical Cancer Awareness Month (CCAM). Now I think about the 13,000 women in the U.S. alone who will be diagnosed with cervical cancer this year. These are women from all walks of life, women who may have different beliefs and hardships but we are now part of a ‘club’ – one that’s all about our vajayjays, our coochies and not about our boobies. We’re a ‘below-the-belt’ cancer that was once the most common cancer death in American women. But we now have the Pap test that looks for abnormal cells on your cervix and the HPV test that looks for high-risk HPV that can cause abnormal cells. Keeping on schedule with these tests and having your annual well-woman exam has decreased cervical cancer death rates.

However, I also think about the 4,000 women who will still die from this disease this year. They will die too soon. Some will die fighting to make a difference. I am angry that we have to fight so hard and I am tired of watching strong women suffer. But what keeps me motivated is knowing that the next generation, my two young, fierce nieces will never have to hear the words “you have cervical cancer”. They will be two less. Future generations of girls will no longer have to face losing their fertility, having organs removed from their bodies or having to endure radiation and chemotherapy. We can prevent HPV related cancers. Think about it, we have prevented diseases like polio and small pox over the past decades, and in my lifetime we now have a cancer prevention vaccine.

As CCAM comes to an end, I will continue to share my Cervivor sister’s stories, along with my own, in the hopes that people will understand this disease better and be motivated to prevent it. I will be the change. I will make my story count and I will live my life with purpose.

 

Relationship status: It’s Complicated.

It was Friday morning before the Memorial Day weekend six years ago. I received a phone call that changed my life completely. I hung up the phone. Tears streaming down my face, my body shaking uncontrollably. In a barely audible voice I called Pete. “I have cancer.” Within a few hours, we were meeting a team of people who would come to play a significant role in my life.

I now had a gynecological oncology team. They drew up plans against the invasion of my body snatcher. Lying in recovery after my radical hysterectomy, Dr. Pisani tells me that one of the 15 lymph nodes they removed was cancerous.

Thus began my six year ‘cancership’. I have been in treatment or surgery more than not. I have experienced N.E.D., reoccurrences, metastasis and remissions. The good and bad, the ups and downs, the battles and the serenity. I embrace and celebrate each good: my N.E.D. status, my first remission and now my second remission. But instead of a cancerversary I have a cancership. And it is complicated.

You get a new vocabulary with cancer. Aside from medical terminology (squamous cell carcinoma, human papillomavirus, cervix, pelvic exenteration) you have words that you use to describe yourself: patient, survivor, thriver, fighter, avenger. You embrace the ones you are comfortable wearing and recoil at the ones you dislike. Friends, family and even strangers may place labels upon you as a way of trying to relate to something they have not experienced first-hand.

I choose my labels to comfort and honor me. They are mine. They fit who I’ve always been and who I am now.

My cancer is also an advocacy tool. I take every opportunity to share my cervical cancer story. I want to talk about my cancer and I want to show the world what cervical cancer looks like. No one dons their car dealerships, towns or football teams in teal & white for my cancer. In fact, it’s really up to Cervivors to be the poster women for change.

Let me be clear, I am not in love with my cancer nor do I remotely like my cancer. We occupy one body but we are radically different. I have no respect for this invasion and I will not let it dictate my life.

This post serves as my acknowledgement that six years ago this weekend, I had a shitty day.

“Then you will get to a place where you will just live in the world again together and that is when you know that you have beaten this.”