A potentially long post as I think I’ll struggle to stop once I get going. If anyone else out there has been through the same and has any advice I’d be grateful.
I’ll preface this by saying I have a history of anxiety/body dysmorphia and mild depression. I was extremely depressed in pregnancy - physically I was fine, mentally I really really wasn’t. It was hormonal, I recognised the feeling from when I have taken hormonal contraception in the past. So I’ve had poor mental health for a while now - apart from a couple of months between giving birth and getting the cancer diagnosis.
When DD was 16 weeks old I found out I had breast cancer that had spread to my lymph nodes. I’m 37. I was just starting to feel more normal after a c section and the complete shock of having a newborn baby when I didn’t know a thing about babies before. I’ve had two surgeries, eight rounds of chemo and am about to start radiotherapy. After that it’s 10 years of oestrogen blockers. DD is 1 next week, so I’ve spent most of my maternity leave dealing with this shit.
DH is absolutely incredible and has taken a lot of time off work, I have wonderful friends and my mum also helps when she can. I’m not without support, that’s not the problem. I just feel like my nice life has been snatched away from me and replaced by an “existence”. I’m so tired. I swear I have aged about 10 years. I am really struggling with the changes to my body and appearance, especially the loss of my hair and eyelashes (please no one say “it’ll grow back” like this is something that happens overnight, or “have you tried a wig”, like these are comfortable things to wear and don’t look shit anyway). I don’t know who I am any more. I look back at photos from before I got pregnant and, while I do love my DD, I find myself desperately wishing I could go back there. I was so happy. Now everything is ruined. I’m forever going to be worried about it coming back as well as dealing with the side effects from the oestrogen blockers. If I didn’t have DD I would refuse them and take my chances, but I have to do it for her, it would be selfish not to take every treatment they offer me. I just go through each day like a robot, pretending I’m fine, then crying at night until I go to sleep ready to get up the next day for more of the same. My life is just a shadow of what it was.
I have been offered counselling through Macmillan but the counsellor really upset me yesterday with a really insensitive comment and I don’t feel comfortable continuing. (To Macmillan’s credit when I told them what she said to me they were very apologetic and want to find me someone else but I don’t think I can go through with it. It wasn’t helping anyway)
People keep saying I’m brave and a “hero” but I’m really not and I don’t want to be either. I want to be a normal person, who isn’t bald, and doesn’t feel too repulsive to share a bed with her DH, and enjoys parenting and doesn’t just go through the motions every day and “exist”.