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10 years ago

BRCA2 Just Diagnosed

"How are you?" I am asked at least once every day. The answer comes well rehearsed, "I'm good thank you" Sometimes it's true, and then other times like this past week, it's not. When you've come to the end of cancer treatment you realise you have been in survival mode from day 1. You've mentally prepared yourself for the time it was going to take from diagnosis to final day of treatment to fight, be strong, cope, have faith and keep going. It's just like running a marathon. You mentally prepare for the distance it will take to reach the finish line. No matter how grueling, you manage to put one foot in front of the other and keep going even though your legs feel like giving in. You are in so much agony but because you've prepared yourself mentally for the distance you push on because with each step the finish line draws nearer. When you finally reach the 'end' of the race you exhale a sigh of relief and collapse in a pile of physical and emotional exhaustion. You have nothing left in reserve, you are exhausted and done. You've finished the grueling race and now you look forward to recovering and for your tired achy body to finally rest... Now imagine the race official telling you to get up and keep going. Telling you, you've been mistaken, you haven't finished yet! When you ask how much further?, he says "sorry not sure, just go untill you reach the end"..... That is how this past week felt like after being told I have the BRCA2 gene mutation. I've come to the end of what I thought was the end of my marathon. I had nothing left in reserve. I've only just picked my life back up, I've just started to see little glympses of 'me' returning again and was back at work 1 week when suddenly it all got brought to a screeching halt. I was not mentally prepared to be told that my marathon aint over and I had nothing left in the tank. Now I will have to come up with a new plan again, one to help me pick up the pace again. I have fear breathing down my neck again and with no strenght left I have to find some hope again to keep going. It's tough, it's challenging, it's a marathon. If you ask me how I am, my honest answer this week is, 'I'm really struggling'. If you ask me again in a week or so my answer will probably be, 'I'm running a marathon'. 

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