I think the only way to cope with meltdowns is to reassure ourselves that they are the most sane response possible to our recent agonies. Today I sat in the car waiting to take oldest and youngest child to school. I didn't want to take the car because walking is the only exercise I get but my son had an exam and was running late. So I stormed into the car blasting the horn several times to get them to hurry up. When they didn't appear I drove off. I was only going to drive round the block but I just kept going till I got to work. Leaving them to deal with their lateness themselves! My youngest is only 10. My poor husband-who was sitting eating his cornflakes in his dressing gown when I left (day off) had to pick up the pieces. I am fully expecting indignant son to storm in and blame me if he fails his exam (he's 17). Incidently he was late because he missed his shower slot this morning-youngest was in-all her fault too apparently.
I arrived at work (early!) feeling a mixture of anger and guilt and worry. The worry was because I'm thinking "sh*t was that me or the tamoxifen?" At the same time I'm thinking that I've gone through a lot and am due a moment's rage.
So, Cybele, cut yourself some major slack. Your blog has been both entertaining and helpful to others and most probably therapeutic at times for yourself. You deserve a break and time to lick your wounds....(but don't stop writing it for long!)
Meanwhile, Cressida, I await your news and hoping it's positive.
SP-Enjoy the sun. I really think it's what we all need just now.
LisaL-Hope the 6th Tax is your last. Will be good to have another cracker this side of the line along with Shellebelle (hope your mum is ok SB)
Hamley-Give yourself some of that slack cutting too. Lots of highs and lows this side of the finishing line too.