@dancingwhilstfacingthemusic it’s lovely hearing from you and how you’re doing on the other side ❤️.
Im absolutely petrified of the other side. I know that sounds bonkers but at the moment I’m in a routine of treatment whilst being wrapped in cotton wool by multiple healthcare professionals.
I’m absolutely shitting my pants at what happens when I slow down and jump off the treadmill that’s stuck on the setting of “uphill gradient at max speed”.
I feel like I’ll never be able to be the same person I was before because I can never unhear the words “you have cancer”. Those three words completely undermined my entire sense of safety and security in myself and my body to recognise when something is going horribly wrong, and also my safety blanket of “that won’t happen to me” has well and truly fucked off. I feel like anything is possible now and if it can it will. When my CT came back clear of further spread, I was shocked! My first go to protocol was “the worst is happening” and I’m going to struggle so much with shaking that off. Especially because I was plodding along for months thinking it was blocked milk (thanks to the GP) and only after a few months did I start pushing harder for referral.
I’m worried about spending the next 5 years feeling every twinge in my body (that 2 months ago I wouldn’t have given a second thought) and rushing to the GP in a state of panic that it’s returned.
I’m scared of people saying to me “it’s time to move on” or “time to get back to normal” and biting their head off.
I’ve declared to my family that at the end of active treatment, I’m going to have to take myself away, alone for a week, simply to reflect on what the actual fuck has just happened. So I will be finding the most luxurious child-fee Sandals resort in Barbados for this period of reflection 😂.
Like a bloody zoo animal that’s become reliant on the zoo keepers for survival. I think this is when I’m going to need some serious therapy. I’m going to need help to embrace a new normal and a new me.
Hearing of people like you that is now feeling things like being proud of yourself gives me hope for myself in being able to move on. At the moment I feel a lot of guilt, firstly as a burden on my family (I know I know) and secondly for not advocating for myself harder with the GP who kept sending me home to try a bloody hot compress. I feel like I’ve let my kids down, and that those 3 months could change everything for my prognosis, outcome and recurrence chances. I swing between que sera sera and mortal dread sometimes. Then some days I feel like I’m absolutely smashing it and everything is going to be fine. The good days become more and more as treatment continues (I’m so lucky with the side effects but appreciate this can change when I start EC so just taking each good day as a win for now.
So all this brain dump (I’m so sorry ❤️) to say that I’m scared of treatment but also scared I’m going to come out the other side a mental, anxious and twinge obsessed nervous wreck 😬.