sascha,
i was saddened to read your post on how low you feel,i once felt like that but i really believe your family can make a massive difference to how you get through this.do you get good support and can you talk to your family,have a rant when you feel like it?i found it interesting that you felt freakish,i wrote a poem about how i felt during the early days after a mx,and i called it the freak.but my family made me realise it doesnt matter what my body looks like,they love me,the person inside and they would be devastated if they thought i would rather be dead than here with them.will tag on my poem,its not great but it is how i felt at the time,good luck sascha,hope you get thru this and feel better about life soon,
the freak
I dont look in the mirror anymore,because i dont like what i see,
its a stranger thats standing behind the glass,looking back at me.
the face is the same,the eyes and the nose,and ive still got the wobbly bum,
the shoulder length hair,so lustrous and dark has now all sadly gone.
clumps of hair on my pillow each morning,strands of hair where my head lay
the chemo was cruel,the sickness intense,there were more bald patches each day,
would i have got through this hell each day without all my familys love
probably not ,i think that without them i would surely have given up
when the doctors removed both of my breasts,my life was changed for ever
would i ever feel like a woman again,for a long time the answer was never.
ive now gone full circle,can look at myselfand now i thankfully see
when i look in the mirror,tho a little bit changed,the person in there is me.
my body has changed but im now so alive my future no longer looks bleak,
i see myself now as the woman i am,im no longer ,in my mind,the freak
without my family id never had made it,id never have got through each day,
i know now my husband of 32 yrs will love me whatever,come what may.