I had a right breast mastectomy, along with the removal of the sentinal lymph gland, on the 21st May this year and was told, two weeks later, that the cancer hadn’t spread. This was certainly good news and a relief to us all. I do still have to have chemo and I’m seeing the Oncologist this Monday to discuss what will happen and when it will start. Not long before I was diagnosed, my little dog (who was only 5) started to get ill. I took him to the vet a couple of times and had different tablets for him, but the vet decided it was time for some tests to find out what was wrong. He had an ultrasound, an x-ray, the camera down his stomach and some biopsies taken. However, those tests were inconclusive so the vet gave me some other tablets to give to him, which did, in fact, help him. When I went into hospital to have the mastectomy, my mum looked after my dog and when I came out of hospital, because I use a wheelchair full time, it was agreed that my mum looked after him until I was able to. During all of this time I was more worried and concerned about my little dog than I was about me. I always knew I’d be ok but I wasn’t so sure about him.
As you can imagine, it’s been difficult for me to look at myself in the same way as before the op. I feel like I’ve lost some of the confidence I had. My fiance has been a fantastic support to me during this time. We don’t live together yet, but he stayed with me for nearly 2wks when I came out of hospital to look after me. He’s a wheelchair user himself so it was difficult for me to let him do things I would normally do myself, knowing it was more difficult for him to do these things!! Anyway, we muddled through as best we could lol!!
All was ok-ish until last weekend when my dog suddenly deteriorated. He couldn’t get up off the floor without help and then he wouldn’t eat or drink anything and, then he couldn’t even lift his head up. So, last Monday my mum and stepdad took him back to the vet and he was so bad they agreed the best thing for him was to put him to sleep, and I would have done exactly the same thing. But I have been absolutely devastated by this. He was always my little baby boy and I miss him so much.
I, now, am feeling very low and I’m crying as I write this because I just feel so much has been taken away from me in a very short space of time. i haven’t been able to come to terms with anything because I haven’t had the time to take it all in and digest it, really. I’m still sore from the op but that is getting better. I’m still finding pushing my wheelchair is difficult and I’m not able to drive yet because I’m sore so I’m not getting out like I used to, yet. I don’t know how to feel about not having my right boob. My confidence has been lost and, on top of all of this, I’m getting married in six weeks time and I just don’t feel very happy or excited about it , like I should feel. And, now, I feel a bit guilty because this should be the happiest time of my life and I’m not happy. I should be feeling excited about organising my wedding and I don’t. I love my fiance with all my heart and I so want to marry him but I just can’t get excited about it. We’re meeting with the wedding planner this afternoon and my heart’s not in it.
I’ve always taken pride in my appearance and made sure that people saw me and not just my wheelchair and I’ve always had confidence in how I appear to other people, but since the op my confidence has been quite low. I’m waiting to get an appointment with a counsellor via the GP as she thinks it would benefit me to talk to someone about all of this, other than my fiance and family. And I agree, but there’s a waiting list so it could be a while before I see someone.
I apologise that this is soooo long but I just needed to vent!! I just feel very numb and I feel like I’m just going through the motions but not really taking everything in.