3 years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I had a mastectomy, chemotherapy and radiotherapy and was told that the cancer had been removed.
I was more than happy to put this time behind me and I concentrated on eating well and exercising and I felt fit and healthy. I was so sure that cancer was 100 per cent out of my life that when earlier this year I started feeling pains around my mastectomy scar I assumed that it was something to do with the nerve damage that had occurred during my operation.
In February I mentioned the pain to my surgeon, he had a feel around assured me everything felt fine and advised me to use ibuprofen gel. In October I went to my gp because the pain was unbearable and she referred me back to my surgeon who did exactly the same as he had in February. I told him ibuprofen gel wasn’t doing anything so he referred me for a chest X-ray ( I think he did this to shut me up).
When the X-ray came back clear I phoned the breast care nurses and asked if they could give me any idea what the pain might be and who I could speak to, I genuinely thought that pain management was all I needed.
Last month I had a ct scan which showed a tumour under my ribs and pushing against my lungs, it’s inoperable and I have a life expectancy of anywhere between 6 months and (very optimistically) 5 years. I start chemotherapy in a fortnight.
If you’ve stuck with me, thank you, here’s my aibu- my dh, dm and df are understandably devastated as is my 12 year old ds who caught my husband at a bad time and realised how serious things are. I also have two dds aged 10 and 5 who I need to tell at some point, they know I’m ill but think it will be like last time. At work and at home I feel that I have to be strong for everyone else. Apart from a day I spent shopping,eating and crying with a close friend I have felt that I have to hold things together. I’m trying to be optimistic but I’m worried that this isn’t good for me and that I’m going to end up breaking down at the worst possible time. Am I being unreasonable to want to come to terms with this without feeling so responsible for everyone else’s grief?