I rang my consultant last week and was told that the repeat blood test was fine. Huge sigh of relief. Today, however, is the 5th anniversary of me finding a tiny lump in my right breast. Tiny, tiny, pea-sized bastard. So today’s date threw me mentally. I keep replaying the initial diagnosis in my head, then on top of that keep replaying recurrence diagnosis that happened 18 months ago. Analysing every word, what it meant, what it still means, etc. I have signed up for a post treatment course run at Maggie’s - the course is run by my clinical psychologist (in February). I just can’t seem to turn a corner mentally. I have really been fecked up mentally by the whole experience.
On top of it all I have been really fretting re: Omicron and NHS imploding. I want all other NHS services to be available, especially oncology, of course, should I ever need them again. I had my recurrence in the middle of 2020 lockdown with no delays or cancellations, thankfully, but still, it is causing me a great deal of stress just thinking about the current Omicron implications.
Sending peaceful vibes (I sound like a right hippy there
), strength and lots of love and additional courage. Thinking of you all every day, I really am.
I will probably be still lurking around because my head is still all over the place.
@TopOfTheCliff I have been thinking of doing something physical to fundraise for Maggie’s but I don’t feel (mentally) ready just yet.