When I was first diagnosed I think I was so complacent. I hardly told anyone. I told my HR lady I was going to knit myself knitted knockers and make a different one for everyday of the week. I was like I’ll be be at work soon etc etc. Now two years on i’m still not me. I still don’t know who I want to be. I’m anxious about everything. I don’t like change. I don’t like leaving the house without my husband. Everything. Now I feel extremely week.
I have been feeling the same way. I don’t feel I have any purpose. That’s partly due to getting nearer to retirement and cutting my hours at work post diagnosis. I have signed up for counselling although there’s a waiting list but I’m hoping that will help me get a sense of how to move on with this changed me