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Originally published Sunday, October 21, 2012 at 5:31 AM

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In envy's abyss, breast-cancer survivor found the kindness of others

One breast-cancer survivor tells how envy helped her, and how she overcame it — through the support of others.

Special to The Washington Post

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"Olga," I said to my neighbor with tears in my eyes, "I have ... breast cancer." "So, who doesn't?" she responded with a gentle wink.

Olga's comment made my day, reminding me what good company I kept. It momentarily cut through the envy I felt for anyone who appeared healthier than I did, which is to say, everyone.

Unlike most cancer patients, I was used to talking and thinking about cancer. During my training as a psycho-oncologist (a clinical psychologist who specializes in helping people with cancer), I used to be one of the envied. It was even worse for one of the psychiatry residents: One of her patients complained that she simply couldn't cope with seeing the resident's beautiful face and thick blond hair every day.

Now, here I was, envying not only the pretty women but everyone, especially once chemotherapy began. As the flood of hairs fell, I noticed other women's flowing locks like never before.

The envy even crept into my relationships with other breast-cancer patients, wonderful women who spent hours on the phone with me. I had Stage II invasive lobular carcinoma, and to deal with it I subjected myself to a bilateral mastectomy, reconstruction, chemotherapy and hormone therapy that would likely put me in early menopause. If my new acquaintance turned out to have "only" Stage I disease or to need "only" a lumpectomy or no chemo, the inevitable competitiveness set in. How could she know what I was going through?

But if she turned out to have Stage IIIC, as one friend did, I felt humbled and guilty. What right did I have to cry, when I still had early-stage cancer and my odds for cure were higher?

There were moments when my envy gave me strength: Perhaps, I thought, the poison made me tougher than thou. But more often, what made me feel strong was the way the people around me helped any way they could, baby-sitting, offering food, errands, love. I don't think cancer is a gift, but it taught me to appreciate the very people whose health I begrudged.

I even had to admit that my envy was usually based on a fallacy. How did I know if my friends and neighbors really were healthy themselves? How did I know what their future held, any better than I knew my own? When I was training, a breast surgeon was killed in a car accident in her early 50s. How many of her grieving patients expected to outlive her?

Close to the end of my chemo, a woman in an online discussion board started a thread. "We complain so much here about what's terrible. How about some examples of positive things that have happened because of your cancer?" she asked.

The posts piled in. One woman wrote of her husband and adult sons taking care of her the way she'd once cared for them. Another wrote of her church group, which instructed her to leave two bins in her driveway; every day during her yearlong treatment, the group filled one bin with hot food at dinnertime, the other with cold.

I thought of my own positives. A few had to do with my writing and my deepening professional insights, as I now learned my field from the inside out. But mostly, they were testaments to the people in my life: my husband and sons, parents, mother-in-law and everyone else. My friend Marie, who drove four hours to take my boys to the zoo. Beth, who drove me three hours and back so that my family and I could go on vacation without my having to miss my weekly treatments in the city.

One woman's response to the thread will stay with me. Her hair was falling out two weeks into chemo. She warned her co-workers that she would shave her head that night. When she came into work the next morning, she found that her male colleagues had shaved their heads in solidarity.

Mindy Greenstein is the author of "The House on Crash Corner (and Other Unavoidable Calamities)." She lives in New York with her husband and two sons.

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