I managed so well during BC V1; kept working, sole parenting and pretty much blitzed it. I got the 'amazing' thing then too. This time, not.
The first time, apart from being fit as, there was a degree of naivety and I was so bloody angry about some aspects of my treatment that I was, perhaps, over energized. I didn't know anyone who had breast cancer and had no preconceived ideas about how I would feel or how treatment would affect me. Ignorance may truly be bliss.
This time the naivety is gone and I'm very jaded and so much more cynical than I was ten years ago. That and the cumulative effect of some pretty tough personal circumstances, the medication, the stress of recurrence and plain old fashioned aging has made BC V2 a very trying experience. I don't blame myself for that, but it is hugely disappointing on many levels.
On we plod. There is no right or wrong attitude and I honestly believe that most people do the best they can. I also believe there is no 'maybe' about the PTSD situation. How much more stressful do things need to get? Given the issues of getting even basic physical and mental rehab services up here, I have no confidence that there will ever be sufficient resources to address that, even after someone eventually decides that it really is a 'thing'. Which is a pity, as any barrier to getting some semblance of a normal life back has huge ramifications on the whole community long after active treatment has finished.