Wednesdays have been a bittersweet day for me as long as I can remember. For a lot of kids, Wednesday marked “hump day” or the middle of the week, which signified that we just had to get through the last part of the week before the weekend.
For me, Wednesdays were always shrouded by feelings of anxiety. On Tuesday, the doctors would have their meetings and discuss findings and results of scans. My scans were frequently part of that.
I knew that if I came home from school and my parents were sitting at the kitchen table, that something was wrong. When the tumor in my brain had shown some growth, more often than not my parents received a call from the doctor on a Wednesday. Despite how happy I was when I walked in the door, I immediately knew what to expect if I saw my parents at the table.
During active treatment, these scans were very regular and I had many anxiety-filled Wednesdays. However, since I am now further out from treatment and have the survivor label, Wednesdays have started to lose their negative stigma.
Wednesdays have just become another normal day of the week. I think that as cancer patients and survivors, we all crave some sense of normalcy. What might seem boring to others seems ideal to people with things coming at them from all angles. After going through treatments, surgeries, and tests, a normal day full of no ground-breaking news seems pretty great.