Cancer made me…happier?

I feel like I have gone through my cancer story with so many people over the past year and a half, but I only tell them the facts. I say when I was diagnosed, what my treatment plan was, how long it took for my hair to grow back and so on and so forth. However, the one thing I feel like I haven’t shared with people is the emotional side of my journey. This is the much more vulnerable and less talked about side of cancer. How does someone even ask how a cancer patient is doing? I even struggle with this. I visited a sarcoma patient who was starting his own journey about a year ago and even though I sat in the very SAME chair as he was, I really didn’t know what to say. “You’ve got this?” Every cancer patient is so different that it’s hard to gauge what is helpful. I wanted to remain positive and keep everything light-hearted, but I don’t blame the people that get sad and upset. No matter what age you are, it is sobering news to hear that you have cancer. In my particular case, I had a 6-week-old daughter when they told me the news. I had finished up college a few months before that. I was ready to start my life with my new family and hopefully get a career going but everything was put drastically on hold.

I can honestly say I didn’t wallow in the news. I had a good cry the day I was diagnosed and then it was time to fight. It was time for me to make sure I was here for my daughter. However, even though I remained positive and light-hearted throughout my journey, I was very scared. I mean I would be lying if I say I didn’t think about death. Although there are much better rates for survival in today’s society, when most people think of cancer their minds instantly go to death. I mean that’s what I did as well. It seems like people only remember the tragic stories…

I would say that my chemo was a little atypical from what most cancer patients go through. Many go in for an infusion for a few hours a day every couple of weeks, but I was inpatient for 5 days every three weeks until my six rounds were over.  One of the IV bags I had ran for 5 days straight. (I really hated that bag on my last day of chemo because it felt like it was never done!) To be completely honest, the hospital was absolutely boring and the food was extremely disgusting. During my last three chemo, I only had one leg, so I felt even more confined in my hospital bed.

However, even though I was “sick,” I never really felt that way. I did my 5 days in the hospital and usually within 48 hours I was back into the swing of my normal life outside the hospital. I know I was one of the lucky ones. I have heard horror stories of the side effects of chemo. Mouth sores, chemo brain, nausea, and the list can go on and on but aside from not feeling like eating or drinking during the last few days of chemo and after chemo, I really felt the same. And I have to say that not feeling different is the part that unnerved me. Sometimes I would even wonder if the chemo was even working with how basically “normal” I felt but everything worked out in the end!

The worst part of cancer may not be actually having it; it may be when you’ve fought the beast and return to normal life with scans every three months looming in the shadows. When I was first diagnosed, I never lived like I had death on my shoulder but now I do. I shudder when those quickest three months roll around and I am lying in front of that CT machine. I still think it’s cruel to make patients wait days for results. Results that literally make or break your future. I want to be there for other cancer patients, but I also want to remove myself from the community. It’s a loving community with some amazing people but it reminds me of a place I don’t want to be again. However, I try to shake off that feeling because I hope to inspire people with my story. I want to show people you can rise above a bleak cancer diagnosis and thrive. I can probably say that I live a more fulfilled and happier life than ever…all thanks to dumb, old cancer.  

Short Introduction

Hey guys! My name is Marisa Cogswell and I am currently 26 years old. My husband, Keenan, and I have been married for 5 years and have an almost 2 year old daughter. We are also “parents” to our two Boston Terriers, Monica and Phoebe. (Yes, it is Friends inspired!) I have been told by many that I have a unique story to share with the world and if I can help any other cancer survivor, amputee, or mom…I plan on doing so. I’ll go much more in-depth about my story in the upcoming post. So, stay tuned!