Is there such a thing? I had a cancer operation last Tuesday. It went well physically but I'm just not coping with waking up and facing a new day now I am post operative.
I'm on the shielded patient list due to my health so have been shielded at home with my husband since March. I was terrified I'd catch covid in hospital (and I'm still nervous of it now until 14 days have gone by) even though I was in a single room. Every time a nurse mentioned their children I would spend hours terrified they were incubating covid and carrying it into the hospital. I was sent home as soon as it was medically safe, and I expected to be able to relax a bit once home, but I cant.
My head is full of fear of cancer (this operation was for a second cancer that was nothing to do with the cancer that had already meant I had to shield), I'm hating all the Christmas stuff because it won't be safe for me to see my kids at Christmas, when normally we would spend a week together here at home. I feel absolute rage when people say I should be grateful for zoom and Skype - of course its better than nothing but I want to hug them and spend hours being quiet, then chatting, then quiet, then reading in the same room. I want some FUCKING normality not a figure on a screen where I feel obliged to keep the conversation going and can't drop a kiss on top of a head when I walk past handing out mince pies.....It's so bloody artificial and I want my life back.
Because I'm such high risk I have no idea when I will feel safe again, even with a vaccine. I'm spooked by ending up with 2 separate cancers and feel as if I've been marked out by fate so I'll be sent another variety very soon (I have a life history of childhood sexual abuse, emotional parental abuse, physical health issues and numerous doses of bad luck)
All of this is what's in my head. My DH, who does try hard to keep me safe and be supportive, is confused that I'm not just glad to be home with my cancer operation behind me, and I want to feel that way, but my life feels so black, and I feel as though I can't fight all the shit it throws at me any more. I try to appear positive and upbeat to my family as I don't want them to worry, but inside I feel empty and dark and hopeless.
So is this who I am now? Or is it maybe a hangover from my operation and the anaesthetic? I can't read or watch TV. I don't enjoy any of the food I used to (over) eat. Even tea and coffee aren't tasting the way I expect. I can taste and smell them, I just don't like them anymore since I got home, so even a tray of tea in front of the fire isn't a pleasure.
Ive woken up the last 2 mornings wishing I hadn't ever woken up from the operation. My DH is scared by this but I just can't seem to care. Im not thinking suicidal thoughts, I just want to stay asleep and avoid this half life shit that's taken everything away from me and that I can't see an end to.