For the past few days I have been feeling pretty miserable and lost and alone and hopeless. And that's despite being surrounded by loving family and friends. I finished the last of the 25 doses of radiation mon 6th Jan and felt so relieved not to have to go to the hospital everyday and it felt like I had my life back at last. But I think the elation was short lived because I realised that I now need to re-enter the workforce but the reality is I'm not strong enough and I was feeling so emotionally and psychologically fragile.
There has been a bit of talk on this website about counselling which I've always thought it's not for me but I took myself off to the Cancer Council and asked for some literature on survivorship and counselling. I spoke to this lovely woman and I had barely finished my sentance and I started to cry. I felt so embarrassed but I couldn't stop crying. She sat me down at the table and brought a box of tissues over and I just cried and tried to tell her my problems. I barely said one sentance then cried then said one sentance then cried blew my nose then start all over again.
She asked me what I wanted to do and I said I didn't know since my surgery the mastectomy has healed up fine but I have to be careful with the lymph node removal under my arm. She asked if I would be interested in volunteering there for an hour a week or something and I thought yeah I'd love to.
After talking to her I felt so much better like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And I felt validated which was a huge boost to my shattered confidence and self esteem after 10 months of all of this gruelling treatment. I don't know if any of this makes sense to you and I have waffled on for quite a bit but once I start I can't seem to stop.
And you know what? today I noticed the sound of the ocean sounds so reassuring and sweet. and the sound of the cicadas would have to be one of the most beautifully Australian sounds I've ever heard. And the sky looked so blue and the trees looked so green today.
Sandra xx