What they don't tell you!
When you get that initial diagnosis you know there is going to be surgery. At least one of your breasts, whether you have a mastectomy or lumpectomy, is never going to be the same again. That's the first blow.
For most of us there is also chemotherapy and we lose all our hair - another knock-out blow to our self-esteem and femininity. It's been nearly a year since mine started falling out and I still cringe everytime I look in the mirror. I alternate between the wig and hats but I'm soooo fed up with it.
Maybe I'm vain, I don't know, but I've not been able to come to grips with baldness and now very short hair. It depresses me very much. But the assault to our breasts and the hair loss are expected. What I wasn't prepared for, and what has slowly dawned on me over the last 13 months or so since diagnosis, is that breast cancer - or least the treatment for it - can fast track you into old age.
Estrogen, that lovely hormone that once kept us young and sexy, is now the enemy. If your ovaries aren't blugeoned into an early retirement by chemo, then tamoxifen will hoover up your estrogen leaving you in a menopausal limbo. Better get used to hot flushes at the very least.
Previously my comments about tamoxifen on this site have been mainly positive. But after 4 months of popping the dreaded little white pill every morning I'm starting to wonder whether I've been kidding myself. Am I just imagining it or is my skin recently become much dryer and crepier (like an old lady)? Why have I been awake since 2.30am this morning? Am I depressed because of tamoxifen or because I've been awake since 2.30am this morning. And actually despite what I"ve said to the contrary here previously, now that I've been paying closer attention I think my libido has dropped away.
All of this sucks but I don't really get to complain about it because, hey I'm 47, and menopause would've happened soon anyway. "It's all part of the normal aging process," is my thirty-something oncologist's way of briskly dismissing any of these issues. And while I'm sure she is correct, I can't help feeling I've been cheated out of the last five years of my "youth".
I'm just not ready to be an old lady yet.
As I write this I am very concious that there are many of you that have suffered a great deal more than me with this wretched disease - women much younger than me dealing with these issues, women with advanced breast cancer.
I'm sorry if my complaints sound trivial but today at least I need to vent.