A brief history - I was diagnosed with lobular breast cancer in May 2007 and underwent a total left breast mastectomy. Thankfully no lymph nodes were involved so I didn’t have to undergo chemotherapy or radiation therapy. I was initially prescribed Femara which was awful, caused all kinds of other complications, and for the past 9 months have been on Tamoxifen.
Okay, so both before and after the mastectomy I was absolutely “FINE!”. Made jokes, reassured everyone (whereas in retrospect I should have been the one getting assurance), acted as if everything in my life was completely normal. I even went out to dinner and a show on the night I was discharged from hospital, 2 days after surgery. Yes, I really was “FINE”. Three months after the mastectomy I went mountain climbing and summited the peak. I went back to gym and started running.
As I have (had) very small breasts I opted not to have a reconstruction, in any event couldn’t face the thought of more surgery and a hospital stay.
Fast forward to August this year, when I turned 56, and everything has fallen apart. I am very depressed and angry and resentful, with everyone and everything. I hate women who have both breasts and who are able to wear strappy tops or low cut dresses. I hate all the fashions featured in magazines which don’t take breast-less women into account. I hate the fact that I am in permanent menopause, suffer hot flushes and severe night sweats (although I am on homoeopathic remedies which do help). I cry if you look at me sideways. I hate having a vagina that is like the Sahara Desert (and yes I do use Replens and lubricants, although I have only had sex with my husband twice since the mastectomy - he says he is afraid of hurting me.) I hate having no oestrogen. I hate the thought that this disease, and the medication, is turning me into an old woman before my time.
Its almost as if I dealt too well with breast cancer at the time of the diagnosis, and am now falling apart. When people heard that I didn’t have to have chemo or radiation therapy, most of them responded by saying how “lucky” I was. Well right now I feel I would rather have gone through a lumpectomy and chemo with all its awful side effects, including no hair, rather a lifetime with only one breast. That sounds soooo selfish, I know.
There is a part of me that is feeling very embarrassed about letting all this out, but I wondered if there is anyone else who has had these feelings, and if so, how they dealt with them? I am not good at sharing or talking about my feelings - had two counselling sessions which did no good because I found it so hard to open up.
Thanks so much for listening!!