Hi there - this is my first post on here. I’m almost 54, diagnosed with ER+PR+HR- Stage 2 breast cancer last year in my left breast and have since had surgery and started radiotherapy yesterday.
I’m posting because the radiotherapy absolutely knocked me for six emotionally. I’d thought it would be a pretty easy treatment but the whole experience was really awful. I was a bit freaked out by the big hospital - it’s a specialist cancer centre and all the local hospitals send people there for RT, it felt very impersonal after my small hospital and it was pretty dirty and run down too. It felt like the most “cancer-y” place I’ve been in, not sure how to explain it but it made it really hit home about having had cancer, and I just felt awful being there. I was with my son and I started getting upset in the waiting room so I went outside for some fresh air and then when they called me in it was obvious from what they said that they thought I’d been outside smoking (non-smoker) which felt a bit judgmental.
It was a man that called me in and it turned out he was one of the ones doing my treatment which I’d not expected. He asked me how I was and I said “Not great” and when he asked why I said because of the treatment, which he didn’t say anything about. Then when we were in the room I said I was anxious about the side effects and he just said hadn’t the doctor explained them already as I’d signed the consent form. Yes, they had been explained but I wasn’t comfortable about them particularly as my skin is already extremely dry and sensitive and I’m worried about side effects. I told them this but they just brushed it off.
I didn’t feel comfortable with a man there but I had got quite upset by that time and I was crying a bit so I didn’t feel like I could say anything. There were also two women in the room, one was a radiotherapist who introduced herself but the other one was just standing around and didn’t say or do anything so I have no idea what she was doing there and it felt really awkward.
I had to get undressed behind a screen but they didn’t pull it shut properly. Then they gave me a bit of paper towel that I was supposed to put over my front and walk across the room with this held in front of me but I couldn’t do that as it felt really undignified and vulnerable so I kind of put my jumper back round me.
It was just so awful having to do this in a room full of strangers. I’m really self-conscious about my breasts post surgery with the scarring on one side and then the other one is so much bigger and they are really uneven and look horrible, I didn’t want to show them to all these people just stood looking at me. They just moved my jumper right down off me and didn’t give me anything to cover up or anything so I was just lying there half naked and crying and they were moving my bum about and then my arms and the man had hold of my arm near my breast and I was terrified he was going to touch me on my breast but he didn’t.
They said did I want to wait until I had calmed down to do the treatment but I just wanted to get it over with but I couldn’t do the breath hold properly as my breathing had gone a bit funny with being upset.
When it was finished I got up my courage and said to them how awful it was and how difficult doing all that in front of strangers and that I felt like a piece of meat. The woman just kept going on about signposting me to counselling or Macmillan but I said no, she kept bringing it up though.
I have nine more sessions of this to get through and desperately need some help on how to do it or just some kind and positive words.
Sorry it’s so long, it’s so upsetting and it’s made me cry again just writing this. Thanks for reading and extra thanks to anyone who replies.