Cancer Moon

Yeah, I’m into the woo woo stuff. And yes, I have a cancer moon that I identify with considerably more than my Pisces sun. Mostly I feel that Capricorn rising. She is me! But hold your horses! This ain’t about that.

March 15, 2023 I received a diagnosis of thyroid cancer. To this day I haven’t told my family. I honestly wasn’t going to until after surgery (on some “BTW, update your medical chart! Sister/daughter has thyroid cancer. 🤪”) but I’ve learned that it’s a fluid situation. Once I had a surgery date I felt like telling them was appropriate. But how? When? All at once or one at a time? Is there a way to help them through it? Because I’ve been comfortable with the idea of cancer for a very long time (that’s an entirely different story that includes philosophy, solipsism, etymology and undiagnosed depression) but of the cancers this has the HIGHEST of survival rates— 99.5% at five years and 90-97% at ten. But it’s still “CANCER” and comes with its concomitant concerns, assumptions, fears, worries, etc and on top of all a fully anesthetized surgery. So… not nothing.

So, yeah. That’s that. I have only told two people so far. My therapist (duh. She was my first call! Lol.) I also told a friend I rarely talk to but who is also a woman of faith and cancer survivor. (And now I’ve also told the internet which feels upside down. The readership rate is like nonexistent so it’s a non factor. But I’m telling them today because what if they’re part of the 4-5 visitors a month? #awkward) They do know I’m having surgery and that it’s a thyroidectomy. Mom’s my ride which is beautifully appropriate and kind of exactly what I want now that I have a date. I didn’t care before but, like I said, the whole situation is fluid. In any case, I’m not doing this alone. And for that I am extremely grateful.