Becoming Your Own Advocate: One Woman & Inspiring Story
Posted on October 12 2016
In celebration of Breast Health month we welcome this guest post from Alana Somerville, a schoolteacher, mom, and author of the book ChemoSabe which chronicles her journey to self-advocacy. Her story inspires us to overcome whatever life throws in our paths.I am a planner by nature. This may stem from my childhood, where my Mom had a “calendar desk”; it was on this calendar that every single thing we did was written. It was a sort of schedule bible. In September of 2011, on the heels of my 33rd birthday, my plan for the next year was to soak up the fun of being a Mom to my three year old daughter and six month old son until I had to go back to work in February. However, things don’t always go as planned and I’ll never forget the day my plan was foiled when I heard the words “You have cancer”.
I cried. And I cried. More than I have ever cried before. Then something came over me. I knew in my heart that wallowing in self-pity wouldn’t get me anywhere.
How To Support YourselfI also knew that the one person that cared the most about my health was me. If anyone was going to be in the lead here it had to be me, and suddenly I became my biggest advocate, navigating my way through the health care system with a bit of fire inside of me. Had I not taken this by the reigns, the end result could have been very different.
My cancer was the most aggressive there was, growing rapidly every single day. My first surgeon told me I had to wait six weeks to get my tumor removed because he was going on vacation. Really? I was absolutely NOT OK with this. I would have loved to go on a vacation too…but I couldn’t. I had Cancer!
- I began reading and learning everything there was to know about breast cancer.
- I started asking everyone that I knew with any kind of medical background what their advice would be.
- I called everyone I knew, all of those connections I had made in my life up until that moment, and was able to get a surgery date within a few weeks.
- I documented every phone call I made, wrote down the name of the person I was speaking with.
- I brought home hard copies of every x-ray, scan, and blood test that I had, and I brought these to every appointment. No one was going to be able to tell me that they didn’t have my files and therefore couldn’t help me.
How to Support OthersThe first time I saw my Dad after my diagnosis, he cried to me. This was not what I needed. This made it seem much more grim. I also didn’t need friends or family telling me stories about people they knew that had just died from the disease. Unbelievably, this really happened. Many people didn’t know what to do, but here are some recommendations:
- Don’t look at me strangely when I lose my hair, I feel strange enough already.
- Bring me food. I may not feel like eating, but my family sure does and I probably don’t feel like cooking.
- Visit, and talk about things other than Cancer. When you are diagnosed with Cancer, people think you want to talk about it all the time. I didn’t mind, for me it was actually a bit cathartic, but some people are not so open.
- Bring me a book to read, but make damn sure it’s not about someone dying. That’s the last thing I want to hear about.