2 days ago I jumped in the car on a day that seemed to start like any other… Seconds from pulling out of my drive way though I heard the news of Jim Stynes passing as Kate Langbroek read a statement from his wife on the radio. Moments later, I was pulled over on the side of the road with tears streaming rather uncontrollably down my face. Jim Stynes was definitely a legend of our community, he was a gentleman of the football field, a hero to the ailing MFC and a pillar in our community, helping those less fortunate and raising awareness for their plight. He is an inspiration and I hope his legacy lives on.
However, I didn’t know Jim Stynes personally, so whilst I felt like it was a tragic loss, I couldn’t quite work out why it had me in such a fragile state. I sent a text to one of my brothers to see if he had heard the news and to inform him I was sitting on the side of the road in tears and I couldn’t work out why. He was at work, and also a little emotional which was not ideal in the workplace and we established that this particular piece of news had probably hit a little too close to home for us.
Jim Stynes was a relatively young man, he was an athlete, he was a father and husband, he was someone who gave to his community. Now, she may not have played AFL football, but we have an aunt who was fit and athletic, is a wife and mother, gives to the community and is in her mid 40’s and she too is battling this ugly disease. In fact, our aunt and grandmother (her mother) are both courageously fighting and inspiring us every step of the way.
When my beloved aunt Deb was first diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer almost 4 years ago our family was rocked to its core. Like most people we knew very little about this ‘silent killer’ and refused to believe the bleak statistics that were put before us. With the alternative being a complete meltdown I went into research mode, scouring university resources, reading pages upon pages of clinical trial information, looking for anything that would make sense. All through those terrible initial weeks I kept having this one thought that was very odd, but also made me feel like such a terrible person… 95% of the time I was angry and confused and couldn’t work out why this had happened to someone so fit and healthy and young… the other 5% thought if this was going to happen to one of us Deb was the one who would be brave enough and strong enough to beat the Cancer into submission…
And then remission came…
And then… 2 years after initial diagnosis and just weeks before Deb and my uncle were due to fly out for an anniversary trip to Italy that had been postponed due to Cancer mark 1, I got a call from Deb one Friday afternoon saying she had something to tell me. When I put the phone down my brother, seeing the look on my face, asked what had happened. As I finished telling him the Cancer battle had not yet been won, his response was “I have something to tell you”… I will never forget that instant, nauseating, heart pumping in your ears feeling I got when he spoke those words. He had been sworn to secrecy until Mum had time to see me (If you’ve ever watched ‘Brothers & Sisters’, picture the Walker family and you will understand who we are!) but our Nonna (grandmother) had also just been diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer and was going in for surgery. How was this even possible? It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, these are good people… these are people I love and adore and can’t live my life without… yep, I had a tantrum… what else was there to do. And then I picked myself up and moved in to help look after my cousin whilst Deb had treatment, because that’s what we have to do – keep going.
Last January I flew to Sydney with my aunt and grandmother (at that stage both back in remission) as my mum lay in hospital recovering from a preventative hysterectomy, for a photo shoot with Women’s Day and to film a segment for “Morning’s with KAK”… We were a feature of 3 generations touched by Ovarian Cancer in a ‘Teal’ special for awareness month. As long as I live (and now the tears are back!!) I will never forget that day and how unbelievably brave and inspirational these two women in my life are. Deb has become a tireless beacon in the plight to raise awareness, and my amazing grandmother who is not at all confident in her English speaking ability spoke on camera about something so terrifying with such bravado.
Each woman has used the other (and their families) as a reason to keep fighting, and whilst it is not something any mother/daughter duo should have to go through together, I believe having someone so close who truly understands how it feels has helped them both along.
Both of these tremendous women are no longer in remission… back on the ‘cancer merry-go-round’ as we call it and we have no idea what the future holds. My heart rate sky rockets and tears spring instantly to my eyes when I think about the milestones in my life that I might not get to share with 2 of my most inspiring and my most cherished people, but in the mean time we take every day as it comes. As a family we have had our fair share of ups and downs, but at the end of the day there is a tremendous amount of love and that is what counts. We have learnt to laugh about the tough stuff, a favourite that has now spread even beyond our family is ‘dory brain’ a name I lovingly gave Deb during her first round of chemo when she was forgetting everything (a la Dory from ‘Finding Nemo’), we appreciate the little things, we take that overseas trip NOW rather than putting it off til next year and most recently have started taking insurance out on things like theatre and concert tickets because you just never know what is going to happen!! And possibly most importantly, we raise awareness… we talk about this insidious disease, we talk about body awareness, do interviews, write blog posts, attend and spread the word about fun runs and fundraising events… you name it, we’ll do it in the hope that one day others won’t have to live the same fight.
My sincere thoughts and prayers go out to not only the family and friends of Jim Stynes but to everyone else who has lost a loved one this way… it is the most frustrating, hopeless feeling to love someone who is suffering, but if they depart us knowing you loved them, I believe you have done everything you could and all they would have asked for.
Love, Nat
xx
**The images in this post are from the article featured in the ‘Teal Ribbon Issue’ of Australia’s ‘Woman’s Day’ in Feb 2011
*** for more information on Ovarian Cancer please head to http://www.ovariancancer.net.au
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