I was diagnosed in August 2013, had lumpectomy then node clearance surgery. Chemo x6 FEC-T, 25 sessions of Radiotherapy + boosts. Now on Tamoxifen. Active treatment finished in May 2014, so almost a year ago.
I managed to work throughout my treatment, I needed to for my own sanity. I was determined that BC wasn’t going to take over my life! Ha ha ha some hope. Firstly can I say I am very grateful that my Cancer was treatable and that I am now, as far as they know Cancer free.
BUT
I am angry and frustrated with the life I am left with. I have Lymphoedema and have to wear a sleeve everyday, a reminder everyday of the BC. Tamoxifen has caused hot flushes, weight gain and leg cramps! I feel about 90most days. My periods came back after not having one for a year, and it was so heavy I ended up aneamic. So I’m now taking Iron tablets, and am feeling beyond exhausted.
I feel my life now has to work around hospital appointments. I see the Oncologist every 3 months, then in June I have appointment with surgeon/have mammogram. I’ve also been referred to Gynaecologist due to thickening to the lining of my womb. So that’s another appointment. Plus I see a thyroid doc twice a year!
I’m 40! But look and feel much older. I look in the mirror and don’t see myself anymore. I don’t enjoy my job as much as I did and I know it’s because I want to move on…but I don’t have the confidence to do it. I feel trapped and like no one truly understands.
Even on line, I have found that the ladies around me seem to be doing so well, and I feel like I am the only one who moans. The fact is they haven’t had any further issues and of course I am very pleased for them, but I can’t help thinking ‘why me’? When do I get to try and be ‘normal’ again? Or is this as good as it gets?! Or am I just being really pathetic?
I’ve tried talking to my BCN and that was like talking to a brick wall. Family and friends, just don’t understand. In their eyes treatment ended months ago, so I am fine now! Well I wish I was, I wish it was that easy.
Not really sure why I am writing this, I suppose I am hoping that someone will tell me things do get better, or that I am at least normal in having these feelings. I just want to feel that I’m not alone.