Yes, I had colon cancer. Stage 2. I had "the bag", and before that, before the surgery, I was tired, not hungry, losing weight (only a woman who had cancer can appreciate it's not a blessing!) and couldn't get around the supermarket without a motorized cart. But after the surgery, with "the bag" I got to decide on no chemo, no radiation. I got to say, this is where it ends. It was not just because it was my right, the doctor actually gave me the option, and said there was no medical proof that, for me, it would really do any good. Not that I would die or anything. I just wouldn't need it. And then, I had a second surgery, five months after the first, to put my insides back where they were.
So am I really a cancer survivor or did I just have a super equivalent of having a hangnail removed by a surgeon instead of a beautician? Where do I fit? I see my oncologist. I can't gain weight, lose it some. I still wonder if I'll get another cancer, if not there, somewhere else, like the other people I've been told about since. Yes, I can walk in the store now, but my tummy "talks"--quietly. But I have no scary chemo stories, and my hair, although it thinned from the stress of surgery and, I guess, just the cancer and "the bag", is coming back nicely. No story there, no pictures, either. Am I a survivor? I went through more with the seizures. And yet, had I waited one more day, gone to another hospital, been driving across the desert to see my kin.....the question still rings in my ears, am I a survivor and of what?