I’m having a similar emotional reaction. I was diagnosed following a routine mammogram a few months ago.
It was all very sudden; I never got a letter inviting me to Breast Clinic; I got a courtesy call Monday afternoon checking I was coming to Clinic the next day and I was like ‘what clinic?”. I had a small Stage 1 non specific hormone sensitive successfully removed with surgery in June. I live alone at least 2 hours from nearest family and an hour from friends, and am also a nurse (with cancer care experience) who now works from home. I couldn’t cope with the concentration I needed for my job (mix of service user calls and data analysis). I went to stay at with family while waiting for surgery and after surgery as I have a history of severe bouts of depression if I can’t maintain work routine. During this time I’ve also had a gynae cancer scare (thankfully negative) and pre-op bloods also identified that I may have Stage 3a kidney disease so am now having to see a specialist for that. I had to call out my GP on this because apparently this jad been showing up in some repeat blood tests I have been having since last October for something else but GP never referred me when they should have as I’m a type 2 diabetic. I’ve also had to travel between 3 different hospitals up to an hours drive away for all this.
I was off work for 10 weeks in all and I went back to work 2 weeks ago on a phased return. My boss and team have been fantasticly supportive and my workload is adjusted so that I can work to my own pace and flex my reduced hours so I can take breaks as needed. I’ve been quite surprised how mentally challenging it’s been to get back in the grove. I’m waiting to have 5 sessions of radiotherapy in October and have to have gynae surgery to treat the benign issue they found.
I’ve found a really nice and welcoming local support group and have connected really well with one woman in particular whom I’m becoming friends with outside the group.
However last Monday I just couldn’t get out of bed. I just didn’t want to speak to or see anyone or engage with anything and rang in sick. I keep crying. I’ve always been a cryer (sad TV shows and films) but it’s gone way behind that!. I found myself constantly telling the people who I did tell about my cancer “I’ll be ok, I’ve been really lucky. If you’re going to get breast cancer I got the best type you can get.”
You put into words kind of what I feel. I don’t feel I really had cancer. It was a small lump removed easily with surgery. I was driving 2 days and able to do all normal everyday activities post op. I’ve had no complications. And I feel an immense amount of shame for needing time off work as I wasn’t physically ill from it. I actually had quite a nice summer in a way, pending time with my sister and her boys in their house, chilling in the back garden and playing “housekeeper” while my sister worked. My friends were incredibly supportive, checking in constantly and offering to drive to see me, take me out etc., although I didn’t feel up to socialising much. My sister is supportive practically in happy to have me in her spare room, but isn’t the type to ask me how I’m doing/feeling…never had been. Will listen if I bring it up but never asks, and now I’m officially “cancer free” it’s I know it’s in the past for her.
And now I feel so shit that I’m not keeping up with my return to work. I feel like such a fraud. My boss again is being fantastic and, being a nurse themself, is reassuring me that my emotional difficulties are to be expected. And while that’s nice to hear this voice in my head is still saying “you had it easy, you took advantage of the cancer to avoid work and just lie in bed all day”.
I’ve managed to get up and function yesterday and today and plan to go back to work on Monday but my emotions are all over the place. This is the first time I’ve actually said it all out loud per se.
Thanks for reading all this if you’ve made it this far.
TLDR: I had the “good” type of cancer and I feel like a fraud because I’m struggling to cope now.