Hi All - It’s been a while since I’ve been on because theres been so much going on at home I’ve not had time to put energy into coming on here.
Just feel like I need another moan. So, now I’m past treatment and into Tamoxifen, I’m feeling frustrated as hell.
I’ve just about got my SEs from Tamoxifen under control, I think.
Not waking up in a furnace, changed times I take pills and so far this seems to be working.
But what I do still have is stiff joints and I feel wiped all the time, I’ve had probs sleeping and wake up all the time in the night.
My anxiety is very very high right now, I am bored to the back teeth of being at home all day on my own with too much time to think. But I’m too shattered to work or find a job.
I’m terrified of whether I’ll be able to find a job, how I tackle it on my CV, and if I get a job, how I’m going to fare. I’m not anywhere near as sharp as I was before treatment, I struggle to find words for things when I’m speaking, I can’t spell like I could, my short term memory is not as good as it was and I just don’t feel like I’m back just yet.
I’m worried like mad about benefits too, I’m on contrib based ESA support element, so £90 a week. I don’t really know for sure how long this will last, if I’ll be forced to go into full time work due to finances when I’m not ready or able but we’ll have no choice as we don’t be able to survive.
I’m spending far too much of my day feeling very anxious.
As some of you may remember, my stepdaughter came to live with us at the end of September, we applied for tax credits for her at the start of November and not got anything through yet, still waiting for the call. Really struggling with it, work on the attic conversion we were doing has got very very hard now after months of it and money is very very tight indeed, we’re totally juggling like amateurs. I wouldn’t mind but we don’t have a lavish lifestyle or anything at all. We’ve been sleeping in our living room since 19th September.
I feel like on a selfish note I deserve to come out of all of this with things on top form and have everything handed to me on a plate - because having cancer and “surviving” is meant to make you raring to go and appreciate of life. And it has, trouble is, my finances do not allow me to go and do what I want with renewed vigour and now I’m thinking I may not have all the time in the world to do what I want to do before I die. Does that sound really depressive??? I’m not ungrateful for having survived this, I could have a recurrence of course. I’d “accept” I may not have another 30 years in me and I’d be more than happy to go off travelling, have holidays etc, but I can’t afford to and I may not have loads of time.