As November comes to a close and families come together over the holidays, let’s remember the importance of the caregivers in our lives. November is National Family Caregivers Month and a great opportunity to give out appreciations to the family and friends who helped support us during our diagnosis, treatment, recovery, and today.
We are pleased that there are many caregivers who are active
in our Cervivor community. Several have shared their experience on our blog.
“My great aunt took care of my mother. But when my aunt fell asleep, my mother would call for me to help her. I was young, and it was incredibly painful to take care of my mother and see her suffer. I developed a lot of inner strength during that time. I relied on the love I had for my mother to carry me through those nights. I remember one evening when she was in pain, we held hands and listened to the song ‘I Feel Like Going On.’ We listened to that song so many times that eventually we were both singing it. We both felt encouraged. I felt like I had the strength to take care of her, and she felt like she had the strength to live for her family.”
Lillian lost her mother to cervical cancer. In her blog, she reflects about the impact that caring for her mother had on her life. “Many times in my life there have been things that are rough. Many times I want to give up. Sometimes I am having a bad day. But I think about that day, when I held my mother’s hand and sang, and I feel like going on.”
“I just kept going and tried to do things that could keep us all moving forward getting through one day at a time. Ultimately my role as caregiver was to show up every day and do the very best I could. That’s really all anyone can ask of you, and it’s literally all you can do…Through this experience, I learned a lot about what it means to really be with someone. I learned that I can show up for someone in ways I’m not sure I knew I could before this. I learned that I’m stronger than I thought I was and that my Heather is truly the strongest person I know. I learned a lot about letting people in and being vulnerable. For me, being a caregiver meant calling upon all I had to get through one day and onto the next. It meant bringing the best parts of myself to the tasks we were presented with each day.”
Like Claude, who learned about truly “being a man” when he became a caregiver to his partner Holly.
“In my opinion, being a man is standing with the woman you love and help her walk down a linoleum hallway in the middle of the night and holding her hand as she struggles to stay upright. It’s holding the catheter bag filled with despair and fragile hope. Being a man is running to every CVS, Walgreens and 7-Eleven trying to find a back scratcher for Holly to use on her legs as she cannot bend down to reach them while she lies between fits of incredible pain. Being a man is staying awake all night to rub her back as gently as possible, so that she may rest for even just a moment.”
Caregivers are a core part of our lives and our Cervivor community. Please leave a comment below if you have an awesome caregiver you want to give a shout-out to. If you have a caregiver who is willing to write about his/her experiences and perspective, we’d love feature them in an upcoming blog! We are stronger when we share our stories, and the whole community can benefit. Email us at email@example.com
Is someone in your community currently helping support and care for a loved one undergoing cancer treatment? Make sure they have resources that can help, such as plugging in with the Caregiver Action Network.
I can remember the call that quite literally changed my life. On the other end of the phone was my wife, the mother of my children, my friend, telling me she had cancer. I heard somewhere once there are events that split your life into “before” and “after.” I remember in that moment thinking that things weren’t going to ever be the same.
Heather and I met our sophomore year in college. Our connection was almost immediate, and before long we were traveling back and forth between Indianapolis and Springfield, Ohio. We’ve been together over 20 years. We have 2 children, Lily 12 and Sammy 9 who consume our lives. As a family we live life to its fullest; our summers are spent in the car exploring the country soaking up mountain air, lake water, and family. It’s hard to remember life before Heather and nearly unbearable to imagine it without her. A few times a year I try to sit and write to her what she means to me, I’ve yet to find the words to truly describe the role she plays in my life. In the late summer of 2008 Heather was diagnosed with stage 4 cervical cancer.
Writing this blog has been hard. I want to try and give advice to folks going through situations that seem impossible. I want to write about the things I think I did well and where I fell short. I want to share a thoughtful reflection on a tough situation, but in reality, I was equal parts scared to death and exhausted for the better part of 6 months. I was scared I was going to lose my wife, and my wife is not one you want to lose. I was scared my kids were going to lose their mom and scared I’d be raising them alone. I was scared that I wouldn’t have my friend anymore. When I wasn’t scared I was exhausted. I was exhausted from having a 3-year-old who wasn’t sleeping, and a 6-month old with colic. I was exhausted from being a young principal of a brand new charter school that opened 2 weeks after the diagnosis. I was exhausted from shuttling kids to school and back, Heather to treatments, managing things at home and school. I was emotionally exhausted from the seemingly endless worrying about one thing or another. The truth is, it was hell. Since that experience, when someone asks me how I’m doing, regardless of how bad it is, I always say, “I’ve been a lot worse.”
What did I do as a caregiver? I endured. I just kept going and tried to do things that could keep us all moving forward getting through one day at a time. Ultimately my role as caregiver was to show up everyday and do the very best I could. That’s really all anyone can ask of you, and it’s literally all you can do. In reflection, I think the best parts of me got better and the worse parts were exacerbated. Some days I was great: fully present, clear, focused and positive. Other days I was a mess: overcome with fear and anxiety, grumpy, and emotional. Regardless, everyday I was there, and Heather knew I would be there. She knew I would get the kids where they needed to go. She knew I would be by her side during chemo and radiation. She knew I’d deal with a 3-year-old Lily who screamed when you left her bedside. She knew I’d bounce Sammy on the exercise ball for hours to get him to stop crying. I’d be there, on the good days and the bad. She didn’t expect me to be perfect, or perpetually optimistic, she just expected me to be me and to be there…and I was.
Through this experience, I learned a lot about what it means to really be with someone. I learned that I can show up for someone in ways I’m not sure I knew I could before this. I learned that I’m stronger than I thought I was, and that my Heather is truly the strongest person I know. I learned a lot about letting people in and being vulnerable. For me, being a caregiver meant calling upon all I had to get through one day and onto the next. It meant bringing the best parts of myself to the tasks we were presented with each day. I tried to focus on what I knew how to do well to gain some sense of control during what felt like chaos. Each of us has gifts we bring to the best times in our lives, those same gifts can be called upon when days are dark.
I’m a stubborn person. It’s a strength and also what one of my dear friends would call a “strength overdone.” I didn’t care about how many questions I asked, being redundant, or taking all the time we needed from whomever we were talking to. I was unapologetically pushy; I was exhaustive in my efforts to make sure we got every ounce of information we needed. When the scheduler gave us a date for surgery that was just too far out, knowing her cancer was stage 4, I told them we’d be there in the waiting room the next day, and we’d wait until something opened up regardless of how long we were in that waiting room. I took the annoyed looks. I took the eye rolls. I didn’t take no for an answer. I knew this was something I could bring, so I brought it.
I can be paralyzingly analytical and I’m an obsessive notetaker. In meetings with doctors, conversations with nurses, and follow-ups after treatments, I tried to be the clear set of ears, listening intently and taking copious notes that we could review later. I read and researched and generated questions for appointments. I read back notes to Heather and tried to look at multiple options and perspectives. I’m positive I would not have wanted to be a nurse or a doctor dealing with me. These tasks kept me feeling some sense of control over the situation. I had power over the plan I created, and power meant I wasn’t helpless or completely out of control.
I’m comfortable being busy, I prefer it. I busied myself with the pace of the day. Getting Heather where she needed to be, talking with Doctors and nurses, shuttling kids to and from daycare, work, dinner, bedtime, etc. Taking on all these tasks filled my time and occupied my mind. Being idle is not something I’m good at, so this function of the caregiver role worked for me. I collapsed at the end of each day, nearly too tired to focus on the fear and doubt.
There were also things I was terrible at as a caregiver. I was resistant to help from outside. Vulnerability is something that doesn’t come easy for me. I try to be self-reliant and self-sufficient, but cancer doesn’t much care about those attributes or dispositions. Cancer will bring the most independent person to their knees, and I was on my knees plenty. I should have let folks in more when they offered. I should have let go of my own pride and accepted more help. Looking back i see that others needed to help and that the role of caregiver is one that should be shared. Looking back, I would embrace those around me more and let them in. My sense is that they needed to help in order to deal with what was happening just a much as I did, and I wish I would have recognized that then and let them in. Family and friends were there nearly everyday to help with physical tasks and emotional support. Our moms and dads, brothers and sisters, were all there when we needed them, but I was often reluctant to call or reach out. At work my team did more than I could have ever asked for to help the school function when I wasn’t there physically or mentally…and I didn’t have to ask.
I often let my fear get the better of me. My mind would race and my anxiety would rise. I would slowly convince myself that the worst was not only a possibility, but a likelihood. There were nights I didn’t sleep for fear of losing Heather. At the time I didn’t reach out for help with those feelings, I just pushed through. The days, weeks and months following surgery and treatments proved difficult and eventually, I started talking to someone and working through it. Truth be told, I have, to this day, an irrational fear of cancer. When I have an ache, pain, or something lumpy I immediately assume the worst. I live with it, cope with it, talk through it with folks close to me. I think this is the reality for so many going through a cancer experience or those who have endured it.
Heather and I were both scared. We talked about it but didn’t let the fear take hold in a way that kept us down. I want to be very transparent in saying that we were lucky in that much of the news we got after the initial diagnosis was about as good as you could hope for. We had a great medical team, a large network of family and friend support, jobs that were more than accommodating, and health insurance that meant we didn’t have to worry about finances or time off work. For many this just isn’t the case. That’s one of the reasons this has been hard to write this piece; I know I was lucky and that I lead a life of privilege that allowed me to manage a situation with great and abundant resources.
One of those resources was Heather. While I’m writing this as a caregiver, it was she who cared for me throughout this experience. The strength, courage, faith, and grace she displayed during this time was truly unbelievable. I had no choice be to absorb her positivity and strength, it was impossible not to. I’ve heard time and time again that experiences like this can bring people closer together. While I’m sure that’s not always the case, it was for us. Heather knows she can count on me to do whatever I can whenever she needs me. I know that I have a strong and powerful partner that has determination and faith like no other. I know not what’s ahead of us, but I know for sure that we are together in whatever comes.
Tarrence D. Banks,PhD is Co-Founder and Creator of The Bloomington Project School. He lives in Indianapolis, IN with his wife Heather, and their two children Lily and Sam. Read more about Heather’s cervivor story here.