Hello to all my wonderful friends
@chellebelle - there are no rules for how much you need to suffer to feel scared, sad, lonely and the whole gamut of emotions that overwhelm you when you get that breast cancer diagnosis. I went through a hideous time 10 years ago when I discovered my ex-husband had a gambling addiction and that we were thousands in debt. I lost my home, our business, our savings, we were living under the threat of him going to prison, investigations by HMRC, fraud squad and I had to take our 4 year old son and start again on my own in rented accommodation and go and find a full-time job immediately.
What I have gone through in the past 3 months was worse.
Nothing compares to the sheer terror of losing your life and leaving behind the people that rely on you. When I was warned that the scans showing up areas in my spine and liver that were ‘red flags’, I was preparing for the worst. Every time you get told that your operation is unsuccessful, that your cancer is invasive, that it’s aggressive, that it’s in your lymph nodes, etc., despair threatens to engulf you. It is a constant battle to keep putting one foot in front of the other yet somehow you do it. You carry on eating, sleeping, working, being a mum, looking after elderly parents despite the constant voice in your ear saying ‘Cancer, cancer, cancer’.
Quite simply, nothing in my life has been as bad as the last 3 months.
We have all walked that walk. We are bonded in a hideous experience that leaves you so full of gratitude when you get that news that you are going to be ok. I get it now. I get why people use the word survivors when they talk about coming out the other side of cancer treatment.
If anyone had told me that I would feel so positive about being told I am 2 weeks away from starting 6 months of chemotherapy, I wouldn’t have believed them. Right now I feel nothing but intense relief and gratitude. My appetite has returned and my joy in life. The grip of fear is released. So no, dear Chellebelle, NEVER feel like an imposter because you feel that somehow your journey might be smoother. Please let us know on Thursday.
The female consultant I saw yesterday was called Katherine Krupa and she was absolutely lovely. Nurturing, professional, empathetic - the polar opposite of Doctor Doom and the Angel of Gloom. I am switching without a doubt. It is time to move on and she filled me with confidence. She is going to do the mastectomy to remove the remaining DCIS and the reconstruction at the end and said that I will be looking at about a year as it all began on 9th November 2023 and she envisages it being through by about November. There is actually light at the end of the tunnel. Nothing, nothing compares to this news.
I’ve said it before and I say it again. You guys have been my lifeline.
I hope you are all enjoying the weekend.
Stay strong and big hugs to you all.
Sal
xx