Trying to get on with my "new life"
Today marks a milestone for me.
A milestone which I'm sure women who have NOT been diagnosed with bc would struggle to understand, in fact, I've mentioned my milestone to a few family members and I get that blank look on their face, while I know in their minds they just want to say "yep, she has really lost it".
Today marks the second week I didnt break down in my self pity, crying, poor me......when the bin man came at 6am like clockwork every Monday morning. Its almost embarrassing for me to write, but every single Monday morning at 6am on the knocker, for the past 3 months since I was diagnosed...well the bin man is my cue to fall in a heap. I think its because my neighborhood is going about its mundane routine activities, the bins get rolled out, the bins get rolled in, the cars start up and neighbours go to work...and Im in bed contemplating my "new life"....wishing I could roll out those bins with not a care in the world, like I did 3 months ago.
So last week I re-opened my little dog grooming business from home, went back to only a few days per week.
Returning to work has been so healing for my mind. Im back in the "real world".
So this morning, at 6am when the bin man came...I didnt break down. Week 2 of not breaking down.!!
Its a start...baby steps.
A milestone which I'm sure women who have NOT been diagnosed with bc would struggle to understand, in fact, I've mentioned my milestone to a few family members and I get that blank look on their face, while I know in their minds they just want to say "yep, she has really lost it".
Today marks the second week I didnt break down in my self pity, crying, poor me......when the bin man came at 6am like clockwork every Monday morning. Its almost embarrassing for me to write, but every single Monday morning at 6am on the knocker, for the past 3 months since I was diagnosed...well the bin man is my cue to fall in a heap. I think its because my neighborhood is going about its mundane routine activities, the bins get rolled out, the bins get rolled in, the cars start up and neighbours go to work...and Im in bed contemplating my "new life"....wishing I could roll out those bins with not a care in the world, like I did 3 months ago.
So last week I re-opened my little dog grooming business from home, went back to only a few days per week.
Returning to work has been so healing for my mind. Im back in the "real world".
So this morning, at 6am when the bin man came...I didnt break down. Week 2 of not breaking down.!!
Its a start...baby steps.
