It's Letrozole For Me
Saw my oncologist this morning. She is giving me two to three more weeks to heal from the BMX & reconstruction and then it's on to Letrozole for 7 - 10 years. She said it makes no difference which...
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I know I know @Romla and I feel so shallow by fretting about it, but it's how I'm feeling right now.
At the beginning of last year, at aged 50, I missed a period for the first time since I started menstruating, apart from when I was pregnant and breast feeding. I was (absurdly!) shocked and it shook me somewhat. They resumed the following month but I had several months of processing and thinking, at the end of which I felt I had adjusted to what was clearly about to happen. This time of my life was coming to an end. I had resolved to slide as gracefully as possible into menopause. I didn't have many grey hairs and thought that as I was now in my fifties that I wouldn't worry about dyeing it, that I'd go silver fox fabulous. I felt I was as ready as I could be. But, I was counting on it being gradual.
I missed one other period last year but I was still menstruating in November. Then that f******g bastard breast cancer and boom, no more periods. And now boom again, no more oestrogen at all. I am upset. It's yet another thing that this disease is taking from me. It's taken my sister, my breasts, my happiness, in a way it's taken my innocence, and now it's stealing the last vestiges of my youth in one fell swoop.
I'll adjust of course, I'll get used to it. Thank you for your kind words about character. I've never been considered beautiful by me or anyone else. My grief and anger is less about looks (though I'm really not looking forward to the wrinkles) and more about the physical aspects of youth. For example I don't have any joint pain now but I probably will in a few weeks.
I have quite a few older friends and of course I value and admire them. My husband is nine years older than me and so is in his sixties... and he's a spunk in my eyes! This reaction is intensely personal and all in my head.
I was hoping for gradual and graceful. Cancer has made it scarred and harsh. It is my lot in life, but at least I have a life. I'll get there one day. I'm not close to celebrating it yet, it currently feels like a never ending battle, but I hope to one day. I just need time to be angry and grieve first.
At the beginning of last year, at aged 50, I missed a period for the first time since I started menstruating, apart from when I was pregnant and breast feeding. I was (absurdly!) shocked and it shook me somewhat. They resumed the following month but I had several months of processing and thinking, at the end of which I felt I had adjusted to what was clearly about to happen. This time of my life was coming to an end. I had resolved to slide as gracefully as possible into menopause. I didn't have many grey hairs and thought that as I was now in my fifties that I wouldn't worry about dyeing it, that I'd go silver fox fabulous. I felt I was as ready as I could be. But, I was counting on it being gradual.
I missed one other period last year but I was still menstruating in November. Then that f******g bastard breast cancer and boom, no more periods. And now boom again, no more oestrogen at all. I am upset. It's yet another thing that this disease is taking from me. It's taken my sister, my breasts, my happiness, in a way it's taken my innocence, and now it's stealing the last vestiges of my youth in one fell swoop.
I'll adjust of course, I'll get used to it. Thank you for your kind words about character. I've never been considered beautiful by me or anyone else. My grief and anger is less about looks (though I'm really not looking forward to the wrinkles) and more about the physical aspects of youth. For example I don't have any joint pain now but I probably will in a few weeks.
I have quite a few older friends and of course I value and admire them. My husband is nine years older than me and so is in his sixties... and he's a spunk in my eyes! This reaction is intensely personal and all in my head.
I was hoping for gradual and graceful. Cancer has made it scarred and harsh. It is my lot in life, but at least I have a life. I'll get there one day. I'm not close to celebrating it yet, it currently feels like a never ending battle, but I hope to one day. I just need time to be angry and grieve first.