I’m a veteran, dropping in to share a few things I wish I’d known; as others say, the wait between diagnosis and full treatment plan is a special form of torture. It’s is just to be got through as best you can, no right or wrong way.
The absolute dread 😬 of chemotherapy , yes, check that one. It was no fun, challenging, and I have no wish to repeat it. But, big but, I was so v well cared for at the oncology unit, well supported by family, friends and community, learned to ask for and accept support. And I did loose my hair (all of it, including nostril hair which was weird and irritating). But it was doable, loads & loads of side effects but loads & loads of drugs to mitigate and manage. My imaginings were worse than the reality.
Yes to the odd, dislocating post treatment period. Lucky me, NED, must be feeling great and ready to put it all behind me. Well, I am lucky, but you never unhear the words ‘You’ve got cancer’, the physical and mental toll is heavy.
It’s a weary road, with plenty of pot holes, traffic jams and detours. I remember Batshit, Dancing and Spartan when they were new to it all. Look at them now!
I’m almost 2 years out from a challenging year of treatment for TNBC picked up by routine mammogram. It’s now filed under ‘other news’, no longer a headline.
Wishing everyone Godspeed on this shitty road