Hi,
Diagnosed at the end of December, so brought the new year in wondering what the heck just happened to my life.
Like many of you , I’m the one who doesn’t smoke or drink. Never have. Love cooking so no microwave meals for me, keep fit and very interested in life .Yet, there I was standing in a little office with the radiologist ,being handed my mammogram and biopsy results as he told me ‘They’ve found some cells and they’re not good.’
We moved to France a year ago so I then had to translate for my other half who’d come with me. 10 minutes after we went into the office, we were out again .
That was on a Friday. Bizarrely, during the weekend that followed I felt a sense of relief at knowing what this ‘thing’ is . Then on Monday, the rawness if the news began to sink in. After my shower I looked at my body in the bathroom mirror and all I could think was ‘ What the f*ck just happened?’
Two weeks ago I had a lumpectomy, so my new scar is there to remind of exactly what happened. Chemo to follow. Oh joy of joys!!
I’ve read through a number of your posts and like so many of you I’m on the good day/ heartbreak emotional rollercoaster. Every medical appointment now is a source of stress. Especially for someone whose rarely been ill in her life.
Me being me I went online and started researching. The misery of the seemingly endless doom and gloom.The statistics.More gloom , more doom.
Although I’ve found some really heartening stuff which I’m following through on (diet etc) I’ve now decided to step back from ‘researching ‘. These last couple of days , when I’ve been sitting calmly, feeling quite chipper, I start reading more’stuff’ , soon after I start reading, out of nowhere my body going into full blown anxiety mode.
It distresses me. I’ve always been Ms Strong & Resilient-Take No Bullsh*t. Panic , me?! Never! Yet here I am doing exactly that
I’m p*ssed off - at myself , at my body , at this thing called cancer that is now in my life.
I know I should be easier on myself, I know that I shouldn’t be panicking as I do . All the medics I’ve met here have been great and the system they have here seems incredibly efficient.
So ,why am I on such an emotional rollercoaster? Anyone else , newly diagnosed in this same place? Those of you who been here , what helped you through the most?
I’m committed to being positive, but there are moments when it’s hard.