Lots of Hugs and Prayers for you Sharon -
I just happened across this chat today. Sorry also that I didn’t get to chime in before you went for surgery.
I was diagnosed in May of 2004. Biopsy surgery (july 04). Right masectomy and reconstruction surgery (August 04). Infections. Wound clinic visits (13 months worth). Chemotherapy (12-14 doses). Radiation (5 weeks, daily). Tamoxofen (2 years, approx.). Arimidex (ever since Tamoxofen ended). And countless tests and scans and such in between. We’re all alot stronger than we think. I still have to do follow ups and there have been a few life changes (mostly due to my less-than-perfect reconstruction surgery, not cancer related). I’ve even had two hernia repairs (thanks to the reconstruction surgery) in 06 and 07. But… the main thing… I’M STILL HERE.
Ask a million questions, learn how your body works and what the dosages and chemical names all mean. It’s your body, you have every right to know. I think knowing and trying to understand the processes helped me be less afraid. For me, the hardest thing was to be dependant. I couldn’t change my own bandages (because i couldn’t reach them) for a while and I couldn’t lay on the bed (I slept in a reclining chair for a couple weeks) and that was inconvenient, but I lived through it.
Attitude has alot to do with healing. Try to find something positive about even the scariest things. Religion gets some people through that, but if religion isn’t your thing, use whatever motivates you. Wanting to see your kids’ weddings, or first grandchild…whatever. Keeping the mind busy with something other than dwelling on illness or fear helps.
My husband found an unthinkable ‘cure’ for me. A few weeks before my surgery, his brother was looking to buy a new home but couldn’t find one. So, my husband got online and was checking out new houses. Lo and behold, he didn’t find a house for his brother, but he found our dream home. Without telling me, he went off to see some incredible houses…he came back (as I was busy cleaning my bedroom to prepare for a long post surgery convalescence) to tell me he’d even put an offer on a house. I nearly fainted. After a long (loud) discussion he cancelled that offer, but I realize this must’ve been the real dream house because it’s not like him to do impulsive things. So, next few days, we went to see the dreamiest house ever…and I fell in love with it too. But it was his brother needing a home…so…we sold our house to his brother and we bought the dream home. Long story…but the point is, we moved NINE DAYS after my masectomy/tram flap reconstruction surgery. The time I would’ve spent worrying through all the ‘what ifs’ prior to surgery was filled with packing and sorting and preparing for the move. My dear sisterinlaw would pack a box from her house, I’d empty her stuff into the cupboards and remove my stuff and use the same box, stash the box in the garage and move on. It was hectic, but I never had a moment to just sit and whine or worry. I’m thankful for that. And once we were in the new house I had plenty of things to plan and organize to keep my mind busy for a long time.
People thought we were insane to attempt a move at such a critical point in our lives, but it turned out to be the best thing possible. It gave us a future to look forward to and kept our minds off the ‘what ifs’. Though I know most people wouldn’t do something as radical as buying a new house, anything that can occupy your hands and mind enough to avoid sitting and feeling scared or sorry is a good thing.
Best wishes with your surgery…and best dreams for your future.