"I don't have time for BC"
Let me start from the beginning... Fri 13th April 2018, a day after I turned 35 years old. As I was getting ready for work, I felt a strange lump on my right breast and it was painful to touch. Initi...
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Welcome Flips. It sure is a whirlwind. I had just started a new ...going to be ...less stress job...and was fimally having holidays without kids with husband when I was diagnosed. I certainly had the "oh come on...it's not bloody fair " moment. Our family had been through so much already. The biggest thing I had to accept was I'm not in control.
I can plan. I can catalogue results etc but I wasn't in control. I couldn't control how my body responded to chemo. I couldn't stop my steady decline into depression during treatment...try as I might. I couldn't stop the fatigue. I couldn't even stop the weight gain. Once I accepted it...accepted the chemo arrived late, that I had allergies, i had side effects etc etc...and I was too bloody tired to do it all...it was good.
I rode the bloody emotions of cancer. I couldn't plan ahead as I didn't know what would happen (the whats the point of planning a holiday...I might have mets by then...that kind of thinking). I cried often...and sometimes I was just freaking awesome...slapping on a smile and faking it so others thought I was doing ok. But hell...I got through it.
2 years on now....life is back on track. I'm studying...and planning that bloody holiday again.
Welcome here. We are ready to hold your hand...listen to a rant...cry with you...or just feel angry...cause damn you cancer...none of us have the bloody time to fight you...but I guess we re-prioritize our lives yet again. Kath x
I can plan. I can catalogue results etc but I wasn't in control. I couldn't control how my body responded to chemo. I couldn't stop my steady decline into depression during treatment...try as I might. I couldn't stop the fatigue. I couldn't even stop the weight gain. Once I accepted it...accepted the chemo arrived late, that I had allergies, i had side effects etc etc...and I was too bloody tired to do it all...it was good.
I rode the bloody emotions of cancer. I couldn't plan ahead as I didn't know what would happen (the whats the point of planning a holiday...I might have mets by then...that kind of thinking). I cried often...and sometimes I was just freaking awesome...slapping on a smile and faking it so others thought I was doing ok. But hell...I got through it.
2 years on now....life is back on track. I'm studying...and planning that bloody holiday again.
Welcome here. We are ready to hold your hand...listen to a rant...cry with you...or just feel angry...cause damn you cancer...none of us have the bloody time to fight you...but I guess we re-prioritize our lives yet again. Kath x