Below is a poem by Sandi Spivey, a retired human resource director from California, living with metastatic breast cancer since 1998. She volunteers as a match helpline mentor for others with metastatic breast cancer and blogs at catsncancer.com.
Sandi shared this poem at the San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium in December 2018.
Cry. Stomp your feet. Curse God. Feel sorry for yourself.
Mourn the future life you won’t have.
Go to sleep. Wake up. Greet the day.
Think about what will make you happy for the next 5 minutes. Do that.
Think about who you love and why you love them.
Prepare yourself to give the news, but only to those who won’t stomp on your soul.
Think about how you want to live your new life story. What do you want? What don’t you want? How much do you want to know what’s behind the medical curtain?
Plan your questions for your doctor. Don’t sit there and be dumb. Ask. Ask. Ask, until you understand, even if your doctor rolls her eyes.
Come up with a plan. Sleep on it.
The next day, pretend you made a different decision. Live with that.
Then on the third day, decide what you want to do and go for it.
And remember, by all means, do no max out your credit cards. You may live long enough to have to pay it all back.