Hello everyone.
I’m 46 years old and was diagnosed with grade 2, stage 3a with 9 positive lymph nodes in September 2010. I went on to have surgery, 8 cycles of chemo (4 AC and 4 Taxol) which I struggled with but nonetheless got through. This was followed by 36 doses of radiotherapy. I’m now on Tamoxifen.
I’ve got to the stage where I’m starting to feel a bit more like my old self but do wonder whether the “old me” will ever return. I lost my job because of breast cancer (this is Cyprus - it happens unfortunately) so have been at home since diagnosis. I really miss work and feel that the best thing for me to do would have been to get back to work after treatment finished, to get back to some normality. Instead I’m feeling very isolated and lonely despite making an effort to get involved with voluntary work etc.
I’ve been with my partner for 10 years. He’s a very quiet person who doesn’t say a lot about much really. Since I’ve been ill I’ve found this very difficult to cope with. At first I felt he was burying his head in the sand but I’ve got to the point now that I don’t think he’s really that interested. His view on the subject is that I’ve been diagnosed, had my treatment and I’m better so what’s the problem.
I’ve had some problems with Tamoxifen and have felt very low and miserable. My partners attitude towards me has made this worse and I’m the first to admit that I’ve not been easy to live with and do fly off the handle very easily. He keeps his distance from me at all times (in and out of bed!). I’ve tried to talk to him many times about the way I’m feeling but his comment to me last night was that he’s fed up of seeing me miserable, I’m so negative about everything, he’s given up on me and that if I continue to be like this then we should go our separate ways! He just seens to have switched off and can’t be bothered any more.
I am making a really effort to be my old “bright and bubbly self” when we’re together but it’s hard especially when I think of how he’s been and the things he’s said.
During my treatment, he was there, but I couldn’t say he was a terrific amount of support. He never came to any of my appointments with me and he didn’t even come with me when I was given my diagnosis, even though I had told him that I was pretty sure it would be bad news. During chemo, his idea of me showing how well I was coping was to get on and do things, like cook Christmas Lunch, clean the house - after all it would take my mind of things! When I lost my hair I felt so ugly but he never made any attempt to reassure me which would have made such a difference (although I know it wouldn’t have been true!)
I’m really at my wits end now. I can’t eat (although not a bad thing as I’ve put so much weight on with chemo). The thought of being on my own scares the life out of me. I’ve got no family to support me. I’m so scared that I’ll get a recurrence or secondary and be on my own, how will I cope? I’m getting to the point where it might be best if we do part but I’m so sad, and bl**dy angry about what will have caused the break up.
Sorry to ramble on, I know there are lots of brave ladies out there who have coped with far more than this.
I can’t make my mind up whether he’s as scared about the future as I am and can’t cope/express the way he feels, or that he really is heartless and couldn’t care less.
Thanks for reading this girls. Even writing it down has made me feel better. Would be interested to hear if others on here have had similar problems with their other halves and how they coped.
Love
Karen