So this may be a long post (sorry).
A year ago I thought my life was good, I was I thought happily married to my second husband after being widowed at 33. We had been together for 16 years and married for 14 when he suddenly announced he was leaving me. He completely trashed our life and made it impossible to resolve including comments like “there is nothing in our marriage worth saving”. Since then I have struggled to rebuild my life including dealing with 2 major family illnesses. A couple of months ago I would have said I was content, the financial settlement was being dealt with and I knew I could keep my home. I was doing well at work, its fair to say work saved me, and I could sort of see a future. Then I found my lump. My GP was pretty upbeat but the specialist clinic told me without the biopsy results that they had no doubt it was cancer. Spread to lymph nodes but luckily other scans clear. Grade 2 Multi focal is all I know, I have no idea what sort etc. The surgeon was great but clear I would need what he winningly described as extensive surgery. Decided to have chemo first as it seemed more dealable with and have had 1 lot of EC with my second planned for friday.
I tried the cold cap but over the last 2 days my hair is falling out in clumps and I am really starting to lose control. I feel so angry that this has happened, that the job I love is being taken away from me (my job involves extensive travel), that my husband is with a new woman, my family are so far away. The week of my first chemo my dad died and I had to go to his funeral in Ireland as well as have a portacath fitted and my first chemo. I don;t think I have even begun to accept my dads death.
So, I just don’t think I want to go on. I have had some bad things happen to me, I had a bad car accident at 26 and lost my leg at 29. My first husband died of HiV and I spent 3 years looking after him. I was too scared to take a test myself so spent 5 years in fear, luckily I was OK. I had allowed myself to believe the bad times were over and now this. I feel so alone and I can’t believe losing my hair is freaking me out so much. At the moment I just don’t want to have any more treatment. My lump is big and had obviously been there a long time so its not like I will suddenly die.
I am also so frustrated with the breast care nurses at the hospital I go to, they are always so busy and have promised to call me so many times and then don’t. I am having my chemo privately and since that decision i have heard nothing from them at all. How am I supposed to do this alone, sort out wigs etc, I don’t understand how I am supposed to get help.
Because of everything I have been through people keep telling me how strong I am, but that is so wrong, I am a complete mess. I sort of feel better for thinking no more chemo but am I just being a coward?
sorry for the rant, I am almost embarrassed to have written all this.