Cancrer and Depression

CANCER AND DEPRESSION

Approximately five years ago I was diagnosed with pelvic cancer, Cancer is not just one disease it’s several diseases. A tumor may be malignant or benign meaning that one is cancerous and the other non- cancerous. I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in my right pelvis and being newly diagnosed, I felt out of control and over whelmed. As of today, the reason I developed cancer is not well understood.

Even thought I’m a smoker, I don’t believe that was the cause of it, my cancer was a type of bone cancer. There are many none carcinogens which are materials that cause cancer but many are still undiscovered. Malignant tumors ("cancers") are capable of spreading to other parts of the body, whereas benign tumors cannot spread. Some benign tumors are called "aggressive" because they can destroy nearby bones and soft-tissues yet do not spread to other body sites.

Sarcomas are malignant tumors that arise from musculoskeletal system tissues such as bone, muscle or connective tissue and this was the type that became my enemy.

My reaction to my diagnosis was in shock and disbelieve. Fighting cancer is not a challenge you face a lone it involves friends family doctors and a good health care team. I went through several fasces: depression, anxiety, self-pity and anger.

My main concern was my family, specially my kids. What if I die on the operating table, what’s going to happen to them? Who is going to support them? I had all these things going through

my mind, and many more.

What I was going to go through

seemed unreal to me .I could have never imagined after being healthy all of my life and being able to walk and run without a hitch, that I might lose the use of one of my legs. Thinking of cancer every waking moment, I needed to resolve some issues I had in my life. I knew that after the surgery I was going to be incapacitated and incapable of doing all the things I normally did.

My position at Artistic Concrete of Florida was head foreman and I was responsible of supervising ten construction groups that had a work force of approximately eighty men. I would be up at 5:00AM ,get in my explorer, and make my rounds through

the construction sites .I had to walk through

ditches; climb latter’s inspect rooftops and run around like a chicken without a head. I loved my job even thou too many people don’t see very interesting, but to me it was because people depended on me to get things done and done right. When I was struck with the bad news from the results of the biopsy, I started to ignore the fact that this was going to make a mayor impact on my way of living.

Soon I started to realize that these fun things were coming to an end and that’s when the start of my depression was settling in. I never really knew what people meant when they were depressed and needed to see a shrink until I became one of them.

I really did not get as bad as to go to see a Psychotherapists or a shrink, but I did become extremely emotional over ever little thing.

The surgery was going to be a twelve hour operation. The surgeon Dr. Thomas Temple informed me that the procedure was a complicated one and only half a dozen patients in the nation have had it done with 100% success. The procedure consisted of having my right pelvis removed and replaced with a graph of a cadaver’s pelvis.

After the surgery I was probably going to be in bed for approximately two weeks under pain medication such as morphine and percocet. Soon after I had to go through

some intense physical therapy to get me back on my feet again and hopefully be able to have my life back. I had to be strolled on a wheelchair, carried, and sometimes even bathed by strangers or my mom. This was very embarrassing to me at the age of 40 having to depend on others for the simple things in life.

During all this time I was feeling so insecure with my self that all I could think of is giving up the whole procedure and letting nature take its course. I was not ready for this mayor change in my life and even if it would work, I was probably not going to be able to do the same things I used to do before.

I had extreme negative thoughts about my future I was feeling inferior and inadequate. I blame myself for every bad experience I had in my life and that this was entirely my fault.

I felt helpless and convinced that I would not be able to improve my life from then on. After the surgery everything was fine. I started physical therapy and that was a very painful experience .I was taking percocet daily and these pills made me feel a little down.

The drugs initiated physical depression symptoms such as indigestions