Not sure how to word this as I do not want to sound disrespectful to all those who nursed me, operated on me throughout my treatment but does anyone else ever ask themselves ‘why did I go ahead with the treatment’. I don’t know what I expected when I first started my treatment (and to be honest) my treatment went very well, I survived chemo, surgery and rads incredibly well (especially as I did it all on my own) with no family I never even shed a tear outside when they told me I was eligible for transport (they thought I was crying because of cancer) not so, it was because I had no way of attending treatment without the free transport as I live over 25 miles from the hospital.
I am struggling with my weight owing to Letrozole I am working hard to eat sensibly and have lost weight but it is so damn hard far harder than before taking letrozole, life seems to consist of being very careful what I eat (which is miserable for very little loss. I also read what a lot of you lovely ladies have been doing since your treatment and that makes me realise I have done nothing… I have completely lost my sense of direction and self-esteem (not that I had much of that before) I look in the mirror and loath myself - my hair is refusing to get a move on (no wigs not me) I wear hats - I just want to get some of the real me back but she is far, far away.
I tried to get some MH help as I suffer from Border Line Personality Disorder ) more chance of winning the lottery. I am not upset about the ‘actual’ cancer - cannot alter that - but I do question the after ‘fallout’ which has done more harm to me than the treatment I have NO idea how you are meant to get back on track with no structural guidance/help.
Sorry, sorry sorry for moaning as I know a lot of you ladies are facing far tougher times.
Poppy xx