Hi Cindy, Laurie, Danielle and V.M.,
Laurie, I also have to do CT scans every three months now, I'm having nightmares about it. If the cancer returns, my FFS will be canceled and I'm so close now. I've been on a waiting list for 1.5 years. I'm praying our scans will give clean results so our transition process can proceed. But if it doesn't, my biggest fear is that I will die without a vagina. I know of a transwoman who only had six weeks left because of cancer. She went to a Thai doctor who gave her and "easy" GCS, without any depth in it. Having done that added nine months to her life. I'm planning something similar if the worst comes to the worst.
Cindy, so true. People really don't understand what cancer is like. My loved ones try to stay positive. They believe I'm cured now that I'm clean, while chances are high that micro metastasis or recidive will occur. I try to be mentally prepared for every possibility, while the people around me prefer to stay in denial, or downplay what just happened to me. Five year survival rates aren't good for lung cancer, we seem to have about the same percentage. This different timeframe changed my whole outlook on life. I got rid of the nonsens, the fights I used to have, only want to be involved with people I love and do the things that I love. I'm working on patching up and healing relationships that went wrong in the past, so that I leave no unfinished business when I die.
Yes, I can't stand witnessing people throwing their lives away either. I cherish and celebrate every second of it.
During this process, my trans (and larger LGBTQI) family turned out to be my real family who loved, supported and cared for me, much more that my own family. I'm so grateful for that. When I was in the hospital, I was visited daily by the women from my trans support group. Even the teenage girls I coach and do social work for found their way to me. The transgender choir I sing in actually gave me an serenade under my window. I also was in a lot of financial troubles because of my sickness and my ex boyfriend, a well known gay Dutch lawyer, defended me aggressively: my landlord wanted to kick me out for not being able to pay the rent. My ex sued him and also the city council for not helping me in any way and won everything. My landlord was obliged by the judge to let me stay in my home and the city council was forced to pay me thousands of euros. When I got out of the hospital, a trans friend of mine moved in with me for a few months to nurse me back to health.
In a way, my cancer was also a beautiful experience. I always helped other people, did volunteer work, but never in order to get something in return for that. I always believed that I was basically on my own. I was proven so wrong, never realized I was loved this much.
Oh and my present boyfriend found his way back to me too when he found out what was actually going on with me. He left me a few months before it was diagnosed with cancer, because he believed I was being lazy and had a mentality problem. I was constantly tired, need to take afternoon naps, my energy was drained and was unable to work. I wasn't aware this was because of cancer, believed it might be the t blockers and beta blockers causing this constant fatigue. I also psychologized it blamed my transition process for it. How wrong I was.