“My ______ had breast cancer and...” + Lymphedema Massage

From the first moment my wife discovered she had breast cancer, there was a deafening silence from the men I know. Even ones whose wives, mothers or girlfriends had breast cancer seemed to have received a gag order from some Central Cancer Command and did little more than mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started this blog…

The world of breast cancer continues to be smaller and smaller.

At a wedding we attended a few weeks ago held on Spirit Mountain in Duluth, a former student of mine who has become a friend came up to us as we were leaving for the three hour drive home. He and I embraced as I got teary eyed again, then he embraced my wife and whispered in her ear. Then he got back to the groom business of greeting everyone else.

As we walked to the car, my wife said, “He whispered, ‘Keep on fighting’.”

A few days later, my wife asked me to ask him what he meant.

His reply: “My grandmother fought it for 15 years, in the end it was too much, but she never stopped fighting!!! Those 15 years, though hard fought, allowed her so many joys! [My new wife] also wises to express her regards. All things are possible!”

Different story, shrinking world: two nights ago, we went to a dinner theater in celebration of 25 years of marriage. My wife booked us a “pot luck” table – which means that there were six seats forming one table, so that we would be sitting with four others we’d never met before.

Ours were the center seats, across from each other. Shortly the others arrived and there were introductions all around and we began to chit chat pleasantly. Dinner ended, the show began then paused for a 20 minute Dessert Intermission. Chatting some more, the woman next to my wife asked about the layered athletic bandages on her arm. My wife explained they were for lymphedema treatment due to breast cancer.

The woman began an animated monologue explaining that she was a massage therapist and frequently worked with breast cancer survivors experiencing lymphedema.

The disease is everywhere. It seems that “everyone knows someone” who is being treated for or who has survived breast cancer. It makes for a small community; it makes for sympathy and strength all around.

It’s a GOOD thing that has happened despite the horror that brought it about, and so I rejoice that my wife continues to be a survivor with a powerful word!

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