Masthead

Adoption after cancer

| Comments (1)

adoption and cancer.JPGBy Megan Silianoff

My most recent appointment at MD Anderson took place a week before Christmas. The hospital was decked out with trees, wreaths and red bows. There were even carolers singing outside the diagnostic lab where I was waiting to get blood drawn.

I sat on the outskirts of the lab -- partly so I could hear the music and partly so I could keep an eye on my husband, Danny, and our newly adopted baby. They had a front row seat at the show.

Danny and I began navigating the adoption process between my second and third surgeries on my ovarian area and breast. At that point, we knew having biological kids was no longer an option for us.

How the adoption process is like cancer
The adoption process is a lot of things: tedious, long, expensive and many other adjectives that aren't appropriate here. But adoption is similar to cancer in that you just do what you have to do to get through it. You can't really think about it. You just go into autopilot, put your head down and wait for it to be over.

On September 20, 2012, it was finally over for us. Danny and I stood nervously in an operating room and watched our birthmother deliver a tiny peanut we named Macy Carter.

Watching our daughter being born was an experience that evoked a lot of the same feelings that having cancer does. It was a crazy. Surreal. Super intense.

But this time around, it was all those things in a good way.

The ending to my cancer story

After I finished in the diagnostic lab, I approached Danny and Macy. They were surrounded by fellow patients and concert listeners who wanted a peek at the baby.

I've learned that's par for the course when you have an infant and I never mind it, especially at MD Anderson, where to me, Macy is just as much a part of our community as any other patient.  

You see, Macy, as far as I'm concerned, is the ending to my cancer story. She is what my team of MD Anderson doctors worked so hard to protect. And even though we didn't necessarily preserve my fertility in the end, it doesn't matter, because I have Macy who is more perfect than any baby Danny and I could have conceived on our own.

Cancer: the end.



Megan Silianoff is a 30-year-old writer/blogger living in Houston. When she was 28, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and most recently has undergone an excisional biopsy of her breast. After four surgeries in two years, she is in complete remission. For more about Megan, check out her blog Greetings from Texas and look for out for her memoir available later this year.

1 Comment

Cancer...

"..you just do what you have to do to get through it. You can't really think about it. You just go into autopilot, put your head down and wait for it to be over."

I love the way you worded this. I haven't ever read a line that so summarized how I felt during my cancer treatment and beyond. All I ever heard was aggressive military jargon like I must fight, battle and beat it,....but those never really resonated with me.

I just wanted to get through it and get the treatment over with and hope there was life on the other side. There was, and I hope there will continue to be.

Thank you for finding the words to accurately describe how it felt to me to go through cancer treatment.

Kim

Leave a comment

Search

Connect on social media

Sign In

Archives