A few days ago I received an email from a woman that had told me she wanted to share her story with me and my blog readers! After reading her story I was amazed. Her name is Heather and here it goes....
When I was told, "you have cancer", I felt fear down to my very core.
The dreadful news came at one of the best times of my life, as I had
become a new mother three months earlier. The only thing more shocking
than those three words was that the cancer, called pleural mesothelioma,
was brought about by exposure to asbestos. When I told people about my
situation, the first question was, "isn't asbestos banned?". This was
followed by speculation on how and where I could have been exposed.
Asbestos is not banned and as it turns out, my exposure was secondary.
My father was a construction worker whose main duties were sanding and
taping drywall. The dust that resulted from his work was in his car and
all over his clothes. It seemed innocent enough as a byproduct of a hard
day's work, but it contained millions of tiny fibers that would
eventually make me ill.
My diagnosis did not fit the usual profile of
someone with mesothelioma. I am 36 and female, while the typical patient
is an older male trades worker. Men who worked in jobs such as
mechanics, plumbers, electricians or were in the military were often
exposed to asbestos. The wives of these men became sick after laundering
clothes that were covered with dust and fibers. Some women who taught
or otherwise worked in school buildings that contained a lot of asbestos
were found to have the disease.
I was the beginning of an alarming new
generation of mesothelioma. More young people in the prime of their
lives are turning up with this illness. They were children who could not
wait to hug their fathers when they returned home or wear his dusty
jacket so they would not get their own coat dirty while feeding a pet.
These children liked to hang out with their dads after they spent the
day wrapping pipes with insulation, never suspecting the health hazard.
The more time I spend in the mesothelioma community, the more young
patients I meet who are just starting out with jobs, marriages and
children. Their lives are brought to a standstill in order to fight the
disease. There is good news, though. Many advances have been made in
mesothelioma treatment, which has led to a much higher survival rate for
patients in every age group.
Hearing that I had cancer was
devastating, but along with many others who have mesothelioma, I have
hope. Our community was formed to support, share experiences and
feelings, and to celebrate victories together.
I am telling my story
because I want to increase awareness about mesothelioma and bring about
change. If sharing my experience can help someone cope with their
diagnosis and be less fearful of the outcome, then I have made the right
choice.
Imagine having a 3 month old and having to fight for your life! Thank you so much for sharing Heather! Here is a link to Heather's blog to learn more: www.mesothelioma.com/blog/authors/heather
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