Breathing Methods

deep breatheFor closeted individuals, struggling with their sexuality can feel like a debilitating, full-time job that allows no room for any of life’s other problems. Unfortunately, Gentle Reader, life keeps coming at all of us whether we are busy with something else or not. When I was diagnosed with cancer at the age of 21, I had recently returned from a semester abroad experience where I had dated briefly and experienced really being gay for the first time. Part of my goal for the months following being abroad was to begin ‘coming out’ to my friends and family. Well, a month and a half later I was sick, and plans for ‘coming out’ were suddenly put on the back burner. Here is one piece of my cancer story, which was happening to me while I was closeted, and still learning how to breathe.

While battling my testicular cancer the doctors exposed me to many different drugs:  chemo drugs to hopefully kill the cancer, steroids to make sure I didn’t lose my appetite and anti-nausea drugs to make sure I didn’t lose my lunch. Each drug came packaged with their own smorgasbord of side effects. Some side effects were just annoying and inconvenient. Some attacked my self-confidence by causing acne and weight gain. Most were temporary, yet there was always the fear of scarier, longer-term side effects that could stay with me long after the cancer was gone. One particular chemo drug brought with it the possibility of long term negative affects on my lungs and my ability to breathe. As a result, one of the tests they exposed me to on my first day of inpatient chemo, was a test to pinpoint exactly what my lungs’ current air capacity was.

I remember they wheeled me, even though I was plenty capable of walking on my own two feet, into an oddly confined room, on the lowest level of the hospital, to meet with a respiratory specialist. A plumb, middle-aged woman with an awkward gait and an immediately welcoming smile appeared in front of me. I can no longer remember her name. But I remember her reassuring hand on my shoulder and her honest eye contact. I liked her immediately.

I remember her stepping to my right as she talked, and suddenly there was a large, egg shaped machine in front of me where she had once stood. In my memory now, it was the size of a compact, new-age, two person, smart car. It was beige with some almost artistically placed blue. She helped me into it and inside, in front of my face, there was what appeared to be a fighter pilot breathing mask hanging from a pretty serious number of tubes.

She politely explained how this machine would test my breathing and my lungs’ capacity to take in appropriate amounts of air. She mentioned that many people find the small confines of the machine to be uncomfortable and claustrophobia inducing.

She smiled and said, “This will be the easiest test you have here at the hospital. So no worries all right? All I need you to do is breathe. Just relax and do the most natural thing in the world to your body. Just breathe for me and it will be over before you know it. You will have to take deep breaths, long ones and short ones. I will tell you when to do each. But you may start to feel like you can’t breath any more and you know what I want you to do at that point?”

She actually stopped and looked at me. She wanted me to answer.

I shrugged my shoulders with a tiny smile. “I don’t know. Stop?” I asked.

“Just keep breathing.” She said with a wink and a smirk, then she cranked up the machine.

I remember that first test going smoothly, but my head was spinning from the journey that was still in front of me. Cancer is a pretty intimidating foe. My first meeting with this woman was so early on in that journey. There was still so much more discomfort, fear, thankfulness and relief yet to experience. At the time, she was just another doctor and it was just another test.

I would revisit this test and ‘the egg’ two more times during my cancer journey. A second time in the middle of chemo and a third time after my last cycle was complete. Each time she smiled in the same way, placed her hand gently on my shoulder and assured me that the test was easy because all I had to do was breathe. Just keep breathing.

stretching on the beachAs I would find myself to be in many ways when it came to my cancer, with my lungs, I was very lucky. My lungs remained strong and developed no harmful scars or long lasting negative results from the chemo.

And when my chemo was finally finished and I was home recovering, my parents had to bring me back to the hospital to see that woman one last time, to make sure that my lungs were definitely ok. When I saw her that last time I was still bald, still tired and still feeling crappy in general. At the time of this last visit I did not yet know that the cancer was actually dead, but I was hopeful and continued to smile. Especially with people who offered me support and kind words, as this woman always did.

At the end of this final test, as we were saying goodbye, she gave me a hug and wished me the best of luck in my journey ahead, as many doctors and nurses had before her. But she put her hand on my shoulder, as she had always done, looked me directly in my eyes and said,

“All of this was just a part of your life. Trust me, Honey, there’s lots of hard roads and wonderful roads in front of you and all the rest of us. You’re gonna be alright, Sweetie. It’s all the same as that egg and that test. Just keep breathing. One breath at a time and you will be fine.”.

“Just Keep Breathing”. Where truer words ever spoken?

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If you have any reason to suspect that you may be suffering from Testicular Cancer, please see a doctor immediately. Though self-diagnosis is always tempting, especially in today’s google hungry world, obtaining direct information and facts from a health care professional is always the best course of action. Don’t be embarrassed, this is your life we are talking about!
For anyone who is interested here is The American Cancer Society’s Informational Page on Testicular Cancer.

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13 thoughts on “Breathing Methods

  1. That was an amazing story. Thanks for sharing, Adam. ‘One breath at a time’ is ultimately all we can do, and so is a great reminder to keep calm and just do the best we can. Also, that painting in the beginning is wonderfully apt for this.

    • Thank You! I also really like that painting and its message. I’m really glad you took something away from this experience I described. It makes me feel good that after all the craziness of cancer, I can use it to connect with other people.

  2. I cannot imagine any greater fear than to one day wake up and find that you are not well. It takes a lot of courage and strength to fight the kind of battle that you have dealt with—as it is with most battles, the road is rough sometimes. I think we often forget just how important it is to stay in the moment, to “breathe” as you’ve suggested and take things as they come—it gets us nowhere to try and skip ahead! You do not even know how powerful this post is—I am so happy that you have opened up and allowed each of us to be included in your journey! Thank you my friend, as always I am looking forward to reading and learning more about you!

    • One of the things that truly amazes me about cancer is how you are so engrossed in it when it is happening that you sometimes miss lessons and ‘movie-like’ moments when they are happening. You can’t always see them when they are up close, sometimes you have to step way back for them to come into view. This is one of my favorite memories from that journey, and I can’t even remember her name. I’m really glad to have shared it with you, my friend, and all of these other great readers.

  3. I work in cancer research, mostly I deal with just the samples from a cancer patient; a bit of tumour, a piece of prostate, some bone. The patient is reduced to bits of a tissue and a number, I don’t know their stories, their history, if they lived a full enough life. So I guess it’s great to hear a story from a cancer survivor, to hear that behind the cancer, there is a living breathing human…

    • I appreciate these great words and interesting perspective on this disease. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and for really listening to this post’s message. I suppose on paperwork, somewhere during all of this, I was just a number for someone as well.

  4. The best way out is always through. (Frost) “Just keep breathing” is great advice, no matter what part of the journey we’re on. Thanks for sharing this; I needed to hear it.

    • I love that Frost quote! Also, a great message. I like how you said ,’no matter what part of the journey we’re on’. Even now, after all this time, I have to remind myself every day to just stop, and breathe. We never really arrive do we? It’s always a journey. I guess that’s why it is so thrilling. Thank you so much for reading my post and for commenting.

  5. Beautiful writing, inspiring story, you display such strength and positivity through the hardest of trials. Amazing and humbling.

    To take an experience that must have been so painful, so terrifying and then turn it in to something beautiful, now there’s a gift. Thank you so much for sharing with us.

    • I really appreciate you saying all of these kind things. It was an important and therapeutic story for me to share and I’m so glad that people have liked it and I’m really glad that it spoke to you. It’s all about staying positive, isn’t it? 🙂

    • Hey, Rich! I completely agree. I wish more people would take a few seconds and smile several times each day. It’s sad to see that most people don’t seem to. It really does make all the difference. Especially to those around us. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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