The Second Gate - or I don't want to play anymore
I have blogged in detail about my recent thoughts here and already am feeling that nothing I have been attempting to prepare myself for seems to be working.
I thought that being diagnosed Stage 2 whereby my lumpectomy surgery (scheduled for next week) will mean I can be patted on the head and sent home with a few doses of radiotherapy. However hearing about and reading the personal expenses from others, I am fast realising that it may very well NOT be as simple as that. That it is not uncommon for the diagnosis to change during the surgery and the follow-up treatment actually could last for many years.
I'm now having serious doubts whether I can do this despite the experts saying that my diagnosis is early. I know that other women have gone through a hell of a lot more than what I am currently lead to believe is in store for me and as such I really have no right to complain or even feel half the things that I am feeling.
But I don't want this. I don't want to have my body mutilated by this thing I've got inside of me. Even the possibility that I may (not will but may) lose my hair scares the shit out of me. My friend whose gone through chemo with bowel cancer is even suggesting that she will go with me, that she will give me her scarves. But I don't want this.
My independent and freedom has been cruelly snatched away from me. I've spent the last two weeks being virtually degraded by Centrelink and now face the prospect that everything I have worked hard for and saved for will be taken away from me in the blink of an eye and I will be left destitute and unemployable. Everything that I have been working towards, that I find joy and comfort in now seem so far away. Beyond my reach and almost impossible now for me to obtain again
I hate how I can wake up feeling of top of the world that I have scored 85% in a assignment and then three hours later crash so low that nothing holds any meaning for me.
I met some lovely ladies yesterday at a support group but they were not like me. My friends are not like me. No one seems to be like me. If I am like this now, what I am going to be this time next week after my surgery?
I don't want to play anymore. I really don't want to play.