I'm not going to do anything stupid but I haven't slept properly in just over 5 years now and I'm just so so tired.
I got diagnosed with breast cancer 2 days after I got married in October 2012 and had to have the full slash/poison/burn treatment and as it was hormonal, had to go on tamoxifen but that caused bladder issues and after a year put on aromasin. All of which threw me into instant menopause.
Oncologist tried me on several drugs for the flushes from hell, Latest being gabapentin which at least has stopped the anxiety attacks that accompanied the flushes. I've been in it for the last few years and the flushes still haven't stopped. I'm on aromasin for the next 4 years and I don't think I can take much more. So much so that I stopped taking it for 2 months this summer but I went back in it as nothing changed.
I haven't slept more than an hour and half since I finished chemo in June 2013 and I'm so frigging exhausted. I'm on other drugs for side effects as well plus the aromasin has caused me to have osteoporosis in my spine and pelvis, so I get pain if I walk or stand too much. Then I got diagnosed with type 2 diabetes last November as well :/
God I sound like a whiner but DH is snoring away upstairs whilst I just sat and cried on the side of the bed whilst turning into a sweaty mess. I can't even have hrt or take anything like black cohosh because of the cancer being hormone receptive.
The final straw is not wanting sex. I can't even stand it when DH touches me. I love him so much that I have to pretend every few months but it hurts, even when I use a lubricant
(Sorry if tmi) and I can't get a female gp. I just can't face seeing a male gp and blurting out about wanting sex. Or is that stupid?
I don't even feel a single twinge of anything down there anymore and I'm just so bloody sad. I'm actually crying about it now and I'm so tired as well but as soon as I lie down I just feel like my head is going to explode from heat. I've tried gel pillows that get sweaty and warm after 3 minutes. I only wear natural fibres. I've given up alcohol and only have a couple of coffees as opposed to my old 8-10 a day. I don't smoke anymore. I can't have sugar anymore. I basically have nothing to bring me joy anymore. Maybe an exaggeration but no sex, chocolate or sleep is making me as miserable as fuck.
My surgeon and the oncologist just basically shrugged and said I had to get through it like all the other women.
Ok so I'm lucky to be alive but the mental cost is making me doubt that now. And I'm pig sick of being told to pull myself together.