I actually don’t even think it’s pity. It might feel like it is, but I think it’s something else. I’ve noticed with so many of us, we’ve spent our whole lives looking after others, and always putting ourselves last. I, just as one example, put up with my daughter’s father for years, even after we’d broken up. He did such horrible things to me, and yet I felt sorry for him cause he was so helpless and pathetic. I thought I could fix him, because I knew deep down he’s a good person, so I kept helping him. If only I’d put that energy into myself. After diagnosis, I finally sat down with myself and really saw how much I had neglected myself, and I felt sorry for myself, finally, just as I’d felt sorry for my ex and so many others around me til then. And it was ok for me to feel sorry for myself, because I really did go through some really tough stuff, since childhood. I was always ‘but it’s ok, I can handle it, I’m fine, I’m strong’, and THEN I was ‘f**k this, I’ve had enough of this shit, I deserve better than this! I’ve had it tough, and it wasn’t ok. I’m strong but I’m human too, and don’t want things thrown at me just cause I can ‘handle’ them! I want it easy from now on, I deserve good things, and I feel really bad for what I allowed on myself’ and it just got me crying so much. And that was ok. I had sadness in me that I had been suppressing, and it was good to get it out. A big relief.
At the beginning I was majorly in disbelief too. I’d stare at the mirror and think: omg, am I really ‘that lady’ with the breast cancer??? The one who used to scare me so much when I’d see her elsewhere, and now I am her?? Really?? Who am I?? I’d think that every time I looked in the mirror, for months. To this day, I sometimes still can’t believe it happened to me. I still feel like crying at certain times when I’m in a hospital, because I’m reminded: not of the fact I got it, but of the broken person I was before and when I got it. And I cry, and feel sorry for that girl, because she was having a very hard time but trying to be so brave, when she should’ve just been able to say how tired and scared she was. Instead, she was still trying to save others, right up til diagnosis.
I’ve promised myself to not try and be a hero anymore. I can’t save the world. I can help, but I can’t put myself last anymore. If I’m not ok, then I say I’m not ok and even ask for help. I don’t care if I can handle things, because sometimes I don’t want to and that’s my right. It doesn’t make me selfish. It means I respect and love myself. If I’m tired, I admit I’m tired and stop and rest. It doesn’t make me weak, just human. Definitely a change in perspective.
We’ll be ok 😊🍩.
The big C has kicked our buts into taking better care of ourselves 😁.