Dealing with cancer while dealing with my own
Hi everyone. 5 years ago today I had surgety for DCIS. 4 years and 9 month later I was diagnosed with early BC. Surgery, radiation, ovaries removed, Arimidex. The whole program. I feel physically fine...
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I feel you @Justtoomuch. I have had similar events in my life. In August 2015 my sister-in-law died from a brain tumour at 53. Our families were close, our kids grew up together, having family dinners every week, and I mean every week. Six weeks later my father-in-law moved in with us.
Ten months later my sister died from breast cancer at 47. Six months later her two young children, 11 and 8, moved in with us. We spent a year renovating our home to accommodate the extra three people which has expanded our family to seven.
17 months after my sister died I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It was, and is, just all too much. My reserves were gone by the time I was diagnosed. My one foot in front of the other way of proceeding evaporated. It's been incredibly hard to cope. But what can you do? I accept help, get counselling, come to grips with the fact that I'm not as strong and invincible as I once thought I was, keep loving my four children, try to keep my relationship with my husband going and plod on. I'm taking baby steps to rebuild my life. I'm trying to keep my health as good as possible. I'm crossing my fingers, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.
The last few years have made me much better at staying present, focussing on the now. All I can say to you is strive to live one day at a time. No predictive grief, no crossing bridges until you come to them. Grieve your losses, but if you find yourself getting stuck in your grief, get some counselling. Get some counselling now. I sobbed and sobbed in the office of one I saw during treatment. She completely understood, and it was such a release to let the emotion out. You have to go through it to come out the other side.
Hang in there my fellow traveller on this very rocky road. We have to believe that it will get better. K xox
Ten months later my sister died from breast cancer at 47. Six months later her two young children, 11 and 8, moved in with us. We spent a year renovating our home to accommodate the extra three people which has expanded our family to seven.
17 months after my sister died I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It was, and is, just all too much. My reserves were gone by the time I was diagnosed. My one foot in front of the other way of proceeding evaporated. It's been incredibly hard to cope. But what can you do? I accept help, get counselling, come to grips with the fact that I'm not as strong and invincible as I once thought I was, keep loving my four children, try to keep my relationship with my husband going and plod on. I'm taking baby steps to rebuild my life. I'm trying to keep my health as good as possible. I'm crossing my fingers, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.
The last few years have made me much better at staying present, focussing on the now. All I can say to you is strive to live one day at a time. No predictive grief, no crossing bridges until you come to them. Grieve your losses, but if you find yourself getting stuck in your grief, get some counselling. Get some counselling now. I sobbed and sobbed in the office of one I saw during treatment. She completely understood, and it was such a release to let the emotion out. You have to go through it to come out the other side.
Hang in there my fellow traveller on this very rocky road. We have to believe that it will get better. K xox