I hate people telling me:
How brave I am (should have seen me two days ago howling at my 21 yr old son who was totally flummoxed at my sobbing that I was scared I was going to die - this was set off by him going off with my car keys and making me miss my deep water workout, as far as he was aware!)
How good I look, (yeah right, I have no eyelashes, my brows are drawn on, my hair is a quarter inch of stubble, grey on top, white at the sides, bald at the temples. Oh yes, I only have one boob, and have put on ten pounds!)
So and so had it and sailed through, hardly missed a day of work. So and so had it and had a terrible time. So and so had it and is still alive and well 20 years later. So and so had it, and it all came back, and she died............. Frankly, they are not me, and I don't give a flying f@#k.
Two "friends" told me that if they got it they wouldn't put themselves through any of the terrible "disfigurements and treatments" I am having. Doctors lie when they say you need them, its all about money for doctors and drugs companies, and anyway far more people die from chemo than from cancer! Thanks for that!
I hate it when everybody (even complete strangers) think they should be giving me unsolicited instructions on what to eat, what to drink, what exercise to take, how to breathe (ffs, I am a physiotherapist and a singer, I DO KNOW about diaphragmatic breathing!!)
Another "friend" told me, when I remarked that it occasionally jarred to catch site of my bald head in the mirror cos it screamed cancer patient, that to her it screamed "Survivor!" ...... I told her to try wearing it! She told me that she was only trying to be positive for me, and up til then she'd thought I had such a good attitude! Snort.
I hate hate hate it when people tell me to stay strong, stay positive. I want to kick them right where it hurts.
God, I am Mrs Angry today! Better take some of those deep breaths, and go and do some yoga, see a counsellor, drink a green smoothie, drink 2 litres of water, take a walk, lift some weights, do some stretches, hug my husband ...... Oh wait, the last one might just work! 😉