It sounds so trite, but my cancer diagnosis and treatment was such a bomb dropping in not just my life, but my little boy and husband's lives, and everyone else's, it really made me reevaluate. I used to like my old job, but got a new boss who was so awful (phoning me during chemotherapy to say I was going to be downgraded and that I should consider voluntary severance was a particular low point!) and was awful to work for. It felt very odd that my last day at work was the day I left before chemotherapy began - with treatment then covid ad shielding, I only went back to clear my office!
I really think I needed a new start, where only 3 people in the company know about my cancer and treatment, (rather than everyone!), and only 1 person knows I wear a wig! I started in March and was worried about chemo fog/brain and fatigue, but access to work helped put support in place and I've adjusted really well. Sometimes I do "attend" zoom meetings with the camera off, so that I can lie on the bed, but this time last year I could never have believed this would be my life now, as I'd only just finished radiotherapy.
I do think continuing with the anti-anxiety drugs is the way to go, as I do worry about it coming back, and they help me to keep on top of the anxiety.
Am hoping to go home today - very bruised and sore, but the pain is under control and I can already see I'm going to be more even! Just got to start dieting to lose the steroid chub now - have signed up for the safe fit trial!