My name is Simon, and four years ago I was diagnosed with an invasive
head & neck cancer. The doctor told me how sorry he was, and gave me 6
months to live. He said if I wanted to fight, I had about 40% chance
that the chemoradiation would get rid of...
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My name is Simon, and four years ago I was diagnosed with an invasive
head & neck cancer. The doctor told me how sorry he was, and gave me 6
months to live. He said if I wanted to fight, I had about 40% chance
that the chemoradiation would get rid of the cancer, but it would cause
me some chronic health problems. I fought, and I got lucky. (But with
cancer, there's no such thing as lucky, not really). The post treatment
side effects haven't been a party, and my thyroid was devastated by
radiation damage, such that over 4 years I put on more than 50kg in
bodyweight. I recently realised that I was probably suffering a
reasonably serious depression, and it was only because I live in the
light of the love of my wife and boys that I could muster enough power
to do the barest minimum in self care. I didn't want to admit this, I'd
say it's ennui, living in limbo (my cancer has a significant recurrence
risk), I just didn't like looking head on into the idea of depression. I
left home when I was 15 (emancipated child), my mum was a junkie and the
domestic situation was .. bad. Untenable. I slung a pack over my
shoulder and walked from Brisbane to Sydney. It was massively healing,
escaping a horrible situation where everything was broken and I had no
real hope. Recently inspiration struck me to do it again .. and it made
me realise that I was broken, how I was waiting to die, not living. I
realised that I had allowed myself to slip into a depression, where even
surviving cancer, life stretched ahead of me sterile and uninviting. I
felt adrift, separated from the world. The only thing keeping light
glimmering in my life was my children. And ... ahh shit .. I realised ..
I realised that I was underperforming as a parent. I was there, I
cuddled, I loved .. but .. I was partly a ghost. I was no kind of role
model. Anyway, it flicked a switch in my mind. Since then I've been
walking daily, losing weight, attending to my health, and I feel strong,
resolved. I wanted to share my story and ask if anyone thinks I might be
exposed to diagnosable depression, or does it feel to you (as it does to
me) that I've been stuck in a dark situational hole, but I've lifted
myself out ? Thanks for your time and insight ---- if you are suffering,
I'm so sorry. Cancer taught me all about suffering, I think it's
unlocked an empathy in me that was there before, but uncultivated. I
sincerely wish you well.