Yeah 2005. I’ve been living with this burden for 3 1/2 years now and miraculously am a chemo virgin.
Right now, I’m posting here because on the whole, since that fateful day, I’ve been fighting, battling, putting on a brave face, being positive, protecting family & friends from those dark thoughts that hit me like a cannonball in the chest and I’m sick of it!
I’m sick, tired, angry (oh, so goddamn angry) and resentful that my life has come to this and that there is so so much more in my uncertain future to face up to.
Does anyone else feel this way? Are there any of you out there who are sick and tired of being bolstered up, made to feel that they must be relentlessly and tirelessly positive and upbeat about their situation? Because right now, at this period, I’m not, and I’ve decided to shout about it from the rooftops, because I don’t think enough of us admit how hard it is.
I spent the first 6 months of this year watching my father die from liver cancer. He was 71, fit and well, and it took him quickly (lucky, some might say). During this time, my hormone therapy stopped working, so I’ve had 2 changes of meds in that time. If the Faslodex doesn’t work come my CT in October, it’ll be chemo (of which I’m terrified).
I’ve started telling my friends I want them to agree with me that my situation is sh*t. They are flabbergasted. They don’t get it. They want to make it all better and I want to tell them well, you can’t, so just eff off.
Do I sound bitter??? Maybe so. So out of character. If you knew me, you’d know a strong willed, independent, feisty, quirky, determined and dark humoured 41 year old who looks a good 10 years younger. I got married in red and I didn’t give a hoot what anyone in the family thought about that.
So I hope you don’t judge me by this initial rant.
I hope you can see something, even just a little, familiar.
I welcome your responses with open arms…
N