Excess positivity = denial
I was diagnosed with invasive grade 2 early bc 2nd Dec 2015. Wide excision lumpectomy + sentinel node biopsy 17th Dec and no cancer found in nodes or section around tumour so I thought I had dodged the chemo bullet. My breast clinic team & I decided as my tumour was 2.5 cm it was wise to give me more chance of 10yr survival WITH chemo, followed by the mandatory radio & endotherapies.
I never really experienced the shock of 'I've got cancer', I just kind of went with it and followed my nose, not really knowing what was around the corner and just focused on that great prognosis = 95% survival at 5yr Woo Hoo!!!! I'm so LUCKY!! I was perhaps too naive/scared to start net browsing and thought that was a good thing but now at Day 9 after treatment #1 with my face nearly burning off and my belly swollen beyond belief I think the 'denial' bubble has very seriously burst! 'How is getting a cancer diagnosis in any way, lucky??!!'
Now I'm really annoyed with myself for not searching earlier, not educating myself earlier, not preparing my body earlier for the onslaught of this poisonous cocktail my poor body is enduring.
I've been so blessed all my life with pretty good health, no allergies, conditions, injuries, no 'women's issues', just a never ending sense that my body wasn't pretty enough, perfect enough, fit enough, brown enough, tall enough but that was my stupid lack of self esteem, nothing to do with my amazing body and how wonderfully it has carried me through some wild, crazy and fun adventures in my 48 years.
Now, I'm in total awe of what it has been able to do for me all these years, how bloody fantastic it has been. I've given it a real hiding on occasion, too and it always bounced right back but now it's struggling, like that little red caboose heading up the mountain - the load is way too heavy and my wheels are slipping on the tracks. I need to make up some time now and find out how to help my body get up that mountain. Better late than never I guess...