Depression
Wow...this year will go down as one of the worst in my life. I have finally finished all my treatments, my hair is growing back nicely, and I am back at work full time. My partner, who has been absolutely amazing throughout this horrible experience, has decided to go back to England indefinitely to look after his aging parents! Now this is going to sound very selfish when he is obviously an angel and I dont deserve him, but I am shattered. I have been looking forward to all the wonderful things we would do together this year and, instead have been plunged into a deep state of depression by the thought of spending this year alone. Back to the councillor I go! What if the cancer comes back? I dont want to do this again let alone by myself. He is probably exhausted and sick of the whole cancer trip (like me), sick of the sight of my scarred chest, sick of the cancer conversation. I feel that I have aged so much this last year, I am so tired, I dont laugh as much as I use to, Im probably not much fun to be around any more, I sleep alot. I am so grateful that he was here to support me and so sad that he is going. It must be awful for carers to live through cancer as well. To put their lives on hold for you. Anyway, enough whining, feeling sorry for myself.