Life teaches us how and what to do at a given moment. Another October comes - many more stories about the happy and, unfortunately, many oncology patients, and the unhappy ends of our lives. The month of the fight against breast cancer, a scourge of the modern era that is unfortunately gaining momentum and does not choose the age of all those it affects.
I myself was one of the women who was overcome by this temptation. It all started in 2009 with pain in my right shoulder and a series of changes I was noticing. I went from door to door to various doctors for two whole years, but I didn't want the disease to be discovered, everything was somehow taken lightly and I can say unconscionably questioned, and I always got the answer: "You're fine." It used to happen that I asked for instructions to take a picture of the right shoulder at my personal request, and apparently nothing was seen. What to do - keep quiet, bear it and move on. But by nature I am persistent and what I start - I finish.
Disease detection
I listened to my body, realized that I was in pain and that pain was not a normal state. I've never been sick and I don't know what it is. It was obvious that the time had come for me to find out. I always loved herbs, teas, played sports, lived a happy life with my family, not expecting everything to turn around in just one moment.
On August 2011, 2, I felt a 2cm-sized lump on the surface of my breast. Then my journey of suffering begins. An ultrasound was performed and a XNUMX cm breast cancer was found, luckily it was cocooned. The mammogram confirmed the same as the ultrasound. That day, I went alone to the appointment without even dreaming that I would hear what the doctor was going to tell me. He asked me to wait because he has to give me his opinion on the findings. He told me that I had cancer, but that modern medicine could help me and cure me and that everything would be fine. As if in a trance, I listened to what the doctor was saying, but it was as if he was talking to someone else and not to me. I moved a little to the side so that his words could bypass me, pass me by, because they don't touch me....
I left the doctor's office, went home, watched the video of that little miracle, the then uninvited lodger in my body. I was wondering where, how, why exactly with me... I read that I am required to do a mountain of findings within 7 days and report to the council to determine what and how to proceed. I dug out the finds for those 8 days, disciplined like a soldier and feeling that every moment of my life was important and urgent. I had a biopsy done, which I don't think should have been done, because you shouldn't have touched something that was buried on the surface. There was no repair, and the council is sending me to Novi Sad for an MRI to be sure what to do next. At the beginning of September, I feel sick and thanks to the eminent doctor prof. to Dr. Inić, who operated on me on September 27, 2011, I remained alive.
I remember his words - at the first check-up after the operation, he told me that I was biologically clean and healthy. I also know that I felt great then, knowing that my tenant was removed and that I could move on. I received therapy for treatment.
Start of chemotherapy
The second stage. Chemotherapy and radiation of the operated area. Everything is new and unknown to me. When I arrived in front of the oncology department, something pulled me not to enter because I don't belong there. But what has to be done is not difficult. I accepted it as a challenge and a task that I will carry out as I imagined.
At the consultation with the chemotherapy doctor, I was told that my hair would fall out because I had four cycles to receive. I answered him: "I won't, I won't give my hair". He looked at me and said: "Okay, as you say, we'll see." And it was as I wished. I've been through everything with my hair. I guess, tackling that hell of chemotherapy, I looked for salvation in my hair, drew strength from it under all the pain, nausea, locked myself in a room for seven days and continued on from therapy to therapy. I made homemade juice for immunity from apples, carrots and beets, grapefruit and a little honey. I hiked a lot, inhaled oxygen and enjoyed the benefits of mother nature. I also underwent radiation for a month. This whole life story left a mark on me, my family, all my dear godfathers and friends who were by my side, helped me heal and heal and be alive today and write all this.
Whatever happens in life, man is never alone. I've never given up when it's hard, but when I realize it's not worth it.
I found strength, determination and inspiration in my sons, grandchildren and family - all of them were silent followers of a story that remains etched deep in my soul. Together we emerged victorious. On September 27, 2016, I already marked five years since the operation. I'm fine, I'm not sick. I wanted to share this with all those who found themselves in this story. It is true that the healthy do not believe the sick, but those who have not been through it really cannot know. I don't mind that, and you never know who's next.....
I think I know what every cancer patient feels. It is the desire to win, to progress, but at the same time, the desire to give up when the pain, nausea and the very thought of the underlying disease are overwhelming...
Over time, you progress, take small steps and manage to fight with yourself and raise your hand. Then everything makes sense again.
Sometimes we don't realize how important something is, right? And sometimes we understand, but somehow we let it go. It happens to everyone, life is what happens now, life is there for you to take advantage of now. I wish everyone who is currently fighting for survival and survival that this October also brings healing and that they enjoy life surrounded by their loved ones and that they know that every day is unique and precious.
Cheers!
Suzana Jovićević
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