finty, I was very moved by your message. I can't imagine what it must be like for you.
But I would like to know what would you like from your friends and family. What would help? If there's anything you'd like them to do, or not do, or to do differently, can you ask them?
And, what, if anything, would you like from us, besides reading, writing and responding?
I sat in the oncology dept this afternoon waiting for my rad treatment and couldn't believe the number of people in there with me, either waiting to see the doctor, or for chemo or radiotherapy, unless you have been in an oncology department you would never believe how many people could have this dreadful disease.
Everyone looked the same as me...lonely and scared, trying to be positive and not wanting to cry. My OH comes with me everyday as he knows how much I would hate going on my on he just sits and burys his head in his paper and tries not to look at everyone there. He's just as scared as I am but tries not to show it. We make jokes as we come out of the hospital, daft ones but anything just to put some sort of normality into it....trouble is I have forgotten what 'normal' life is at the moment.
Any way 4 down, 11 to go.
It is a really lonely place sometimes, isn't it? even when you're surrounded by people. So often people want to show they care but can't really deal with the detail or the bloody awfulness of treatments, and Finty, the position you're in at stage 4 must sometimes make you feel so much more isolated.
guess we need to keep talking to each other
take care xxx
It is so difficult. Last week I got really down about it, felt very lonely even though constantly in contact with people who want to help. I felt I would never be able to relax around other people again, and have become very reluctant to start properly socialising again. I dare say things will improve when the intense treatment has stopped, and it is possible to go for longer periods without thinking about it. But so far I have found this much harder to deal with than the treatment.
I think the realisation is setting in that we really are alone with this for most of the time. I am naturally very stoical, always one to avoid a fuss and just get on with things. I don't want to constantly complain to my husband, I certainly don't want to burden my kids any more than necessary, and I think friends really just want to think all will be well and don't want to process the reality (as I am stage 4 the reality isn't all that great). So as you say, thank god for the forums - it is very comforting to know others feel the same, although heartbreaking that so many of us are in this dreadful situation.
I feel as though I have made lots of friends through here even though I have never met anyone in person, I have looked at other sites on the internet but this one is the best by a mile.
Family are great but on here I can say things that I wouldn't say to anyone else.
Thats it exactly, Phillipa!
I guess people can't cope with it...what I find very difficult is when they are dismissive about it to my kids. They are 24 and 22, but my daughter especially gets very upset when people say 'Oh, she'll be fine'. She would say the same about the fixed smile. Crap, isn't it?
This forum is such a comfort, I feel so much better for it
love monica xx
Monica do you sometimes think that the smile on your face is a fixed one..because thats how it feels to me. I smile because thats what everyone wants me to do..they don't want me to break down and cry in front of them because they can't deal with it.
I can't believe how often I look on this forum and the comfort that I am getting from everyone on here...
I think people are really telling themselves that we are going to be fine, because the alternative is literally unspeakable. I would rather they didn't and sometimes want to say 'how do YOU know that when I don't?', but of course I grin and keep schtum!
thank God for this forum, where we can tell it how it is for us
Finty you have said exactly what I have been thinking, why is that people feel they have to tell you that you are going to be fine, they don't know if we are or not. I was told I was 'lucky' the other day as I will be monitored regularly from now on.....lucky would be NOT getting this awful disease in the first place!
I use that tactic too. Everyone asks how are you - and get either an "ok fine", or a "not great today - but anyway, how are you, what have you been up to?". It always works with girlfriends - they pick up the signal, they have done their bit by asking and then can happily change the subject and chat away about kids or whatever. It's nice to have a non-cancer chat and everyone comes away felling better.
Mind you I felt able to do that, because I get a lot of support at home, so don't need to rely on friends so much - in fact spend most of my time fending them off. It can be hard to get the balance right though, and everyone is different. I think it is very hard for friends who want to support but can't have any real insight to how we are feeling and what we want. The best friends at helping have been the ones with medical backgrounds - they are very straightforward, low key , and don't go in for all the "I know you're going to be fine - just stay positive" stuff that I'm afraid really annoys me.
Thank you Paola for your response, I really appreciated your words and understanding.
I really hope your forms of communication hit the right note. Your letter to your Mum sounded very real. I'm sure your Mum was able to realise the depths of your feelings far better by rereading your written words rather than responding to a telephone conversation. You gave her time to digest this news and think before she spoke to you. I wished I'd done that with my closest.
E-mailing supports me the most, as we have time to respond when we feel able to...
I trust your support system is reflecting your real needs.
Thank you again for responding to me when you have so much to deal with yourself.
I was dx primary + bone metz about 2 weeks apart in June 09. I found it difficult to tell friends, but extremly hard to tell my parents because they were miles away in another country.
Most of my friends coped quite well with the news, but my parents went to pieces and I felt at times I have to comfort them.
Welsh girl - what I find it hard was telling people I have bone metz - who knows, if I was offered op, I might feel the same way as you. People's inability to respond to bad news and the misconception of "cancer = death" just put us off, doesn't it? When my news was passed around, it got changed to "she's very sick and she's going to die!!" Thank goodness one of my best friends warned me of the rumor before somebody phoned the next day asking "How are you? I heard you wasn't very well!!" I can't bear people being so nosey, either! "How big is your lump?" "Has chemo worked?" "Are you sick on chemo?" "Is it small enough for an op now?" I live on my own, too. And get very tired of answering inquiries. If I stay quiet for a few days without replying, they thought they are going to lose me!! You never win, do you? This is such a terrible illness. Maybe your close friends can keep those not so important people updated about the situation, but make sure they do so acurately, unlike mine!
Paola - chemo was my best chance of keeping it under control at the time. It wasn't as bad as I thought and I've managed to keep my hair with the help of cold cap (it did thin a bit)!
Chemo is awful, and you need all the help you can get. Friends responses will vary wildy. I have had some who I thought would be brilliant be useless and some peripheral friends be amazing.
Hi Welsh Girl
Telling people it is breast cancer: Farah Fawcett - she had ANAL cancer. Now, that is a cancer not to want to tell people about!! I have only told people Breastcancer, all one word. It has never occurred to me not to define it.
I have found too that as soon as I change the subject back to them, most people quite happily talk about themselves and their lives, which is great.
It seems to me that, having had the mastectomy only three weeks ago, it's still going to take some getting used to.
Your comments about not liking that people ask where your cancer is has made me think twice; when my cousin was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, I was surprised that my mum hadn't asked where it was. I felt at time that asking would show that one cared and was interested. NOT asking just seemed rude. Now I know better.
We live in a society where, like it or not, women are often defined and praised for their physical appearance. I'm not surprised that losing a breast makes you feel so vulnerable and embarrassed (humiliated?).
You're allowed to say "I prefer not to talk about it" if people ask questions that you don't want to answer. And to "how are you?" how about "not so good - I don't want to talk about it now - but I will get better", because you will, in time, feel better.
Can you leave your phone on answerphone and then e-mail people back when you feel like it?
I can't really think of anything to say that might help except to make use of all and any support and counselling services, such as the BCC support line.
I'm sorry to hear you're feeling this way and would suggest you give the helpline a ring and have a chat with one of the nurses here, they're here to support you through this. Calls are free, 0808 800 6000 lines open again today at 9am until 5pm (M-F 9-5 and Sat 9-2)
Seven months ago,I told people about my first lumpectomy via an e-mail and asked them to 'cross every part of their body' for me as I honestly believed that everything would be fine and dandy...
It wasn't and I needed more surgery!
For all sorts of personal reasons I wasn't able to tell people that it was BREAST cancer apart from really close friends and family.
When the results came and I needed a mastectomy I couldn't tell people again so I just said I was having another operation and had quite an aggressive sentence ready to respond to their question of,
'Where is your cancer?'
Now I've had my mastectomy 3 weeks ago and feel so uncomfortable, relying on pain relief still and juggling a whopping seroma on my chest I'm finding it very difficult to explain...
I really don't want people to know I've been amputated and I feel so angry when people ask where the cancer is...
I have learnt a softer response to their inquisitive question but even so I can't bear people being so nosey!
Not all of us are able to talk about our bodies so honestly and of course it has caused problems for me. Close family and friends have been so wonderfully supportive but I can't really share with them why I can't talk about my breasts.
Now my chest feels so uncomfortable and I can't attempt to wear a 'filled in' bra that it is making me loathe to enter into the public arena because I feel so uneven. My nurse says I'm hiding and in a way I am but I'm not strong enough yet to answer that dreaded question 'How are you?'
I live on my own and have no one else to front the phone enquiries but the e-mails are within my control.
Does anyone else out there feel so vulnerable about admitting it's BREAST cancer to Joe Public? I'm ok about it with close family and friends but all the others just make me want to hide indoors.
I suppose I want to keep my breasts private and not the public property of every Tom, Dick and Harry who deigns to enquire about my health!!!
Oh dear, this has become a rant....
Sounds like we have some things in common - I was diagnosed a 2a at 45 (now 51) and had short hair. I wore wig initially but it was a bit 'bouffant' not me, and ended up in hats, which I much preferred - love the idea of the embroidered pillbox.
Don't feel strange about being 'in denial'. I was surprised how fairly normal I felt most of the time, kept working throughout etc as it helped me. My doctors were very matter of fact about everything, neither tragic nor too chirpy, just dealt with everything in a practical and good humoured way, and I decided to take my cue from them.
There were odd days when I felt totally overwhelmed (and I would never criticise anybody who feels really down) but its not abnormal to carry on, its just one way of coping. If friends etc wish to make it a melodrama out of it that's their choice!
Forgot to add; if your hair is short and spikey, It'll be quicker to return to that. In my pic I'm waering a wig, but it was like that before i shaved it off!
I agree with you about chemo; If its offered, take it! I had no choice as was told I WILL be having it! I was grade 3, stage 2, in one lymph node).
@rancidtart, grade 2 and stage 2a (27mm).
I mailed about 30 people this evening - I decided to base the message on the letter I'd written for my mother.
At the end, I asked people not to phone me this evening - that I'd prefer mail - and not to send me a Get Well Soon card.
I was dreading receiving 30 replies but have only received four so far and none where I felt I had to support THEM. Phew!
Re: chemo - my GP cousin had cancer in her colon in 2008. She said she was offered chemo but wasn't told she should have it. She decided to try it so she wouldn't regret later not having tried everything on offer. I agree - to decline optional treatment seems like a gamble!
My hair is a big part of my identity (short and spikey on top) but I'm already thinking about (temp) tattoos and a heavily-embroidered pill-box hat (embroidered flowers, yum-o-rama!).
Your attitude towards surgery and chemo is most definately positive and the best way to be, I'n my humble opinion. You sound very much like me in your outlook. I've always viewed chemo as my best friend. Do you know yet about grade or stage?
Thanks again for sharing your experiences.
Yesterday, my mum received the letter I wrote to her. I had decided to write rather than call because I thought it was better she have the information in front of her that she could re-read. The evening before, I was thinking "in nine hours, mum'll read the letter" and then, the next morning, "in two hours...".
I had told her I was out all day at a conference ("because life goes on") and she called just as I was coming through my front door in the evening. She sounded worried but wasn't hysterical or emotional, and so it was a relief not to have to support her.
Reading posts here about lumps returning and my own lump feeling sore the last three days, I am feeling less positive, wondering what my future holds. I think I will mail my close friends today.
I agree that it's okay to be 'selfish', if that's putting one's own well-being first - I deferred to people for decades and so avoiding things that'd make me uncomfortable is something I've tried to adopt anyway in my 40s.
I still don't think it's hit me that I have cancer - I am happy not to be overwhelmed by it but it reminds me of when my dad died. Nothing outwardly had changed - I hadn't seen him for a few weeks - and so the event only became real by a constant internal mantra of "dad's dead". I first cried for him at his funeral.
I could probably convince myself I have cancer with a similar internal mantra but, really, what would it achieve? I don't think I'm in denial - I see the surgery as a positive thing, getting it out - more bothered about losing my hair from chemo. But I know that, with each person I tell, it will become more real. 😞
when I had the first lumpectomy they weren't happy that there were still areas of DCIS so close to the margins that there might be more of it still in me. They advised a mastectomy at that point, saying I didn't have much to go at (!) and could be left very disfigured by a further lumpectomy.
I went away and thought about this for a while, then came back and said, I didn't care how weird and lumpy my breast ended up, at least it would still be mine, and it would still have feeling, and I'll have another lumpectomy please!
Once she knew that I was determined and understood the problems, my surgeon was brilliant. I don't really know the details, but she said she 'shuffled some stuff round a bit' to fill in the gap left by the lumpectomy. The result is excellent. Once the scar has healed properly, I don't think you'll even be able to tell.
Going back for the results of the second lumpectomy was awful. Boyfriend and I had become convinced that I would again have unclear margins, and then would certainly be looking at a mastectomy. I thought I was going to throw up before the appointment.
But it was good news, the margins were clear of DCIS, and I am *SO* glad I didn't listen to everyone who told me the safest thing was to have a mastectomy.
Dunno if you'll be facing the same choices, but I keep trying to tell people, cuz no one suggested it to me as an option, and if I hadn't been (as my mum said last week), 'so stubborn' my story would have gone a very different and unhappy route.
all the best
When I was at the mammogram, biopsy stage only my work, my OH work and his mum knew. His mum had a mastectomy many years ago so OH wanted to speak to her. I have 3 grown up children from my 1st marriage I only told them after the diagnosis. As for friends and other family we told the closest ones and asked them to pass it on to others. It is to difficult and depressing to tell everyone yourselves. It is important to let as many of your friends and family know as you will need help and someone to speak to in the coming months. You will be suprised most friends and family are brilliant. My eldest daughter is married with 2 children under school age but she has been an absolute rock, I don't know what we would have done without her.
telling people is never easy and im afraid i(bottled out)and got my OH to do it all apart from my parents and our children who are 15 and 22.
We kept everything quite until i got the diagnosis and date for surgery,then at least everyone knew what was happening and didnt ask all the time.On the day of dx I got very drunk with some good friends and rather stupidly posted my news on facebook(somethimg i would never have done sober)so everyone knew straight away.
I know what you mean about the cards and flowers they just make you think about the cancer(had a birthday the other day and everybody made much more fuss about it this year, which just made me get very emotional and wonder if it could be the last,bad thought).still find it hard to say the C word to people so to anyone who doesn't know i just say im fine.
It is only human nature that people who care about you ask how you are and if they ask tell then how you are feeling(tears or not).
I agree it is tough deciding who to tell but I ended up telling everyone. I came to the conclusion that they would find out sooner or later and I didn't want them to be scared to talk to me. I work as a community nurse, so I have lots of understanding. I also found loads of others who have had breast cancer, so opened up a whole new support network! I really want people not to be scared to talk to me. I know that, sadly, there will be others with this diagnosis and if I can help in any way, I will. It is a very personal decision.
You need to think primarily about yourself, and not worry too much about upsetting others, or about keeping them posted. People get cancer, there is a huge amount of it about, and friends/family have to 'get real' about this and consider your well-being.
Although it was difficult sometimes, I did tell most people I know, starting with those closest to me. I figured that if it was them, I would have wanted to know. If they freaked out I explained firmly that it was not helping me at that moment, and if they didn't calm down I would walk away. Some did react badly, eg my mum said 'but there's nothing like that in my family' as if it was some kind of taint. A girl friend burst into tears in Starbucks! I had to get a bit think-skinned about this, basically they are being a bit selfish as they are thinking of themselves not your best interests.
I came out of cancer determined that so far as I could I would be open, as only by discussing these things can we try to de-mystify this disease. It's an illness like any other, and most people survive it these days.
However I did make two exceptions. I avoided telling some people that I knew would react badly - they would probably hear it from somebody else and there is not need to put yourself through unecessary stress. Also, I did what somebody above mentioned, I didn't tell anybody except my partner of scan and appointment dates, as I didn't want to be bothered by calls. Basically I told them in my own time and on my own terms!
Sorry if this seems to be a bit selfish and would be interested in what others think, but I think we need to take care of ourselves physically and emotionally!
Best wishes with whatever approach you take
PS I found my lump the day we put the finishing touches to a re-furbishment of our flat!
_Paola, as long as you understand that this is the place to come and babble/talk and let someone know how you feel, thats what counts xxxx
Ooh, thanks for the replies.
elwood, I know I could look it up, but what are margins? Congrats on the all-clear!
It's interesting to read similar reactions to cards. At the my first clinic visit, I was asked to find out whether any relatives had breast cancer. I contacted a cousin who'd had cancer two years ago whether there was any breast cancer on my dad's side of the family. She asked her dad, telling him why she asked - I found put when I received a Get Well Soon card from my aunt and uncle. I felt angry about it: I certainly don't feel unwell and don't want to BE unwell. I put it in the recycling bin. Yeah, so I understand the 'putting in the box' statement.
It seems to me as I have a bunch of stuff coming up - surgery. maybe follow-up surgery and then therapies - that I'd just rather turn up at hospital and get it done but otherwise try to carry on as normal. And so the idea of telling people and talking to people about it just lets it invade more of my 'normal' life.
But I and most of my friends are very Internet-savvy - updates by blog has its virtues, especially if I explain in the initial mail, that I'd prefer to carry on as normal and probably won't want to talk much about it in person. *shrug* My blog posts automatically get imported as Facebook notes and so everyone else'll find out that way! 🙂 'Coming out' is a good way of describing it.
I wrote a letter to my mum today, trying my best to explain that I'll be fine and won't die soon. After that, I could tell friends. But I realise that the more I put it off, the more I can 'pretend' everything is okay. But I've never been one of those people who say 'fine' when someone, anyone, asks how I am - and so there'll soon come a time when I'll have to fib to friends, and that'll do my head in.
If anything, I feel a bit awkward - guilty even - that I am not feeling emotional or scared about what's happened. I was already stressed about work and money - I feel that the worry volume has just gone up one notch, not a zillion.
I put it down to my anti-depressants or perhaps it's because I was in hospital a lot for bladder tests when I was a teenager in the 1970s; they were painful, humiliating and upsetting. The comparison in professionalism and care at the Windsor breast clinic has been startling and I feel now as if I have the best care available.
Anyway, it's great to have a place to babble. 🙂
Hi, I told close friends when I found the lump and had been for the mamogram, ultrasound and core biopsy as I realised then that it wasn't going to just go away. When it came to the diagnosis of cancer I texted one friend that it wasn't good news and left her to tell other friends - thay had constantly been texting her anyway.
I haven't told my parents yet - they are on holiday in New Zealand and have another 6 weeks. I'm now thinking of waiting until I get the next lot of results and a final plan of action, chicken I know!
I'm of the same opinion that its just "temporary" and it will go away.
I have just had the sentinal node biopsy and so far feel ok, just a bit tender. I now face another week of waiting for results, in some ways the weeks seem to drag but when I look at how quick things have been from finding the lump to now it seems to have sped.
Poala i sent a group text to my close friends stating i had breast cancer and that i would contact them when i was feeling more ready to talk. I asked that they didnt cry when they saw me and if they werent dealing with it very well, to wait a bit longer to see me.Harsh but i didnt want them rushin to see me then bursting into tears..not want i needed!
I found i was inundated with cards and flowers which creeped me out! Much more than even when i gave birth!
I then slowly called each friend and saw them all over a few weeks and that worked well. Mum told any family memebers.
Whilst i agree with your husband about friends support i found some of mine could not deal with it at all, said all sorts of stupid things by accident and our relationship now is still a bit wobbly!
I have been very open with family, friends, colleagues and this time round was a lot easier, mainly because of email.
Was first diagnosed in 1997 and spent days telling my family and friends (I'm one of 8 children) - my parents and in-laws were terribly distressed and needed a lot of support. Otherwise people varied widely, some colleagues have become close, lifelong friends, and some lifelong friends disappeared. My kids (then 11 and 9) and OH were wonderful and let me maintain a normal life.
This time, I contacted most people by email, and in the emails to friends asked them to keep contact via email until I got my head together. That has worked really well. I also do 'round robin' emails to the family every now and then, to keep them up to date - my eldest sister asked me to do that so that they don't worry too much (no news being good news) and I maintain that contact with all my sibs and sister in law, and all their adult children - sadly my parents have both died in the intervening years. I also started that with current colleagues.
At first it was tiring - a lot of communication, but it has got easier over time, and it has allowed me to keep in communication with everyone I want/need to, more or less at my pace and on my terms.
well I've waffled on enough - I think you need to tell people at your own pace, but I have to say, the support I've had from friends has been superb, and, they tell me, for them as much as me. One of them has had bc a few years ago, and I would have been very upset if she hadn't come to me for support.
hope this is helpful
I didn't tell anyone but boyfriend and sisters while I was at the mammogram, biopsy stage. My parents are getting on a bit and I didn't want to worry them unduly. But when I had to go in for another biopsy under general anaesthetic, then I told them - in person. Didn't want to do it over the phone.
I was terrified of hospital, but completely blase about cancer at that stage. I was convinced I was going to get the all clear - I'm a healthy young person! How could I possibly have cancer???
Even when I got results of DCIS I wasn't worried. It's not *real* cancer, I thought. When I was out for drinks with a few pals I told them I had a mild dose of breast cancer, but it was all going to be fine.
Only when the results of the lumpectomy had unclear margins and they advised a mastectomy did it suddenly get real and terrifying.
I had to tell work from the first surgery because of having time off. But after an initial conversation with the admin lady, I emailed all further info to the office, saying, I didn't mind people knowing, but I didn't necessarily want to talk about it.
One or two well meaning people did ask me, of course. At first I found it tiresome having to explain it to so many different people. I wished I could issue a press release and get it over with.
The initial telling wasn't great, but I think it was definitely worth it for so much support later. I can't imagine trying to keep it all to myself - and I am normally a very private & controlled person. But this was too big to cope with without betraying emotion to those around me.
I kind of 'came out' about it on facebook at the stage when I was desperately trying to find out as much as I possibly could about the disease, treatments, dangers, diagnoses (in order to help me decide whether or not I really did need a mastectomy). And that meant talking to as many people as possible with experience of it (and it's surprising how many people you find once you start asking..!)
Talking about it with various people also helped me come to terms with it as a real serious thing that wasn't just going to go away if I screwed my eyes tight shut and wished really hard!
I agree with Finty, technology is great for keeping people at bay. Emails and texts are so much easier to handle than phone calls when you're not feeling up to it.
Incidentally I decided not to have the advised mastectomy, but a second lumpectomy. When I got the fantastic news last week of clear margins and no more surgery required, I shouted it from the rooftops! I had a keeping-my-boob party, drank a load of champagne, and have received a lot of quiet congratulations from people.
Hi,I found it awful to tell people. I couldn't say the word cancer without crying.I got a friend to tell everyone else in the end. Then I was inundated with cards and flowers and I got quite angry. I felt that they were already "putting me in my box." Of course it wasn't my friends I was angry with it was the position I found myself in.I also hadn't told my children boys of 10 and 12 and I had to hide all the cards away.
However... Once I had got things sorted out in my own head the support I got was fantastic and it does make it easier that you can be open and talk to people.
But be prepared to have to support your friends! I found myself reassuring everybody that I was fine and all would be well when inside I was scared witless. Best wishes.
I found this a very difficult issue too. I didn't tell anyone in my family (except husband and younger child still at home), until after my second surgery. I had a lumpectomy and sentinel node biopsy. Then full node clearance with 27/33 infected, and a bone secondary found. If the nodes hadn't been infected my plan was to tell my parents after all the treatment was finished. They were having their own very serious health problems and didn't want to make them worse with worry about me. Also didn't want to panic my daughter away at uni. But as it was much more serious had to go ahead and tell them as xmas approaching and wouldn't have been able to keep it a secret any longer.
I think it is a reasonable plan to keep it to yourself until you know exactly what you are dealing with.
With friends - I asked my husband to tell a few key people, and then they passed the info around. It was hard on him, but I get very emotional and can't deal with sympathy at all. He made them promise not to fuss over me. That was my main concern - that I would be inundated with phone calls and visitors, and would be exhausted reassuring everyone. It can get very time consuming and emotionally draining - everyone telling you to be positive when you feel anything but. I have a few really excellent friends that have been brilliant at keeping others at bay - they keep people informed for me so I don't have to.
I have found that 4 or 5 really good friends have been fab - they have just the right tone (interestingly they all have medical experience either as a profession or have been through something similar). They just talk without constantly asking how I am, and email rather than phone - so if it's a bad day, can just wait until I feel like responding.
One thing I have found is that I have stopped telling anyone when something is happening - like a scan - as the next day can get 10 or more phone calls, and it is just draining. Same with chemo.
I suppose everyone is different - but I have found that I am much better on my own (except immediate family) most of the time, but especially when feeling rough. Need to be able to have a good cry without someone worrying. Also it is much easier to not think about it when you can just hunker down and watch DVD's or whatever - when I am with someone, it's always there even if we aren't speaking about it, I know they are wondering whether they should ask. For me, working out how to be around people now has been the hardest part of the whole thing - and I wonder if life will ever return to normal.
Sorry this turned into a long rant - I don't know if it is helpful, but I do wish you very well and hope you find a way that works for you.
I was diagnosed today with invasive ductal cancer (having visited the GP about the lump I'd found at 7.30am in the morning the day I moved house!).
I will have a sentinel node biopsy in a few weeks and know I am in good hands. I've been on anti-depressants the last three years and they've helped in buffering the emotions - except for one bleak-thinking day, I've been mostly fine. I've decided that I have a temporary condition called cancer!
In the two weeks waiting for the first clinic appointment (ultrasound, mammogram, biopsy), I was very clear in my mind that I wouldn't tell my friends unless forced to by changed appearance or having to turn down invites. I feel that people can get defined by events - such as when my dad died, I became daughter-whose-father-has-died - and I didn't want to become friend-who-now-has-cancer, that people will think of it and ask of it each time they see me.
But my husband made an impassioned speech that I should give my friends more credit to deal with it, and also to give them the opportunity to support me, if they want to. I think also it'll be hard to pretend everything is okay and so feel comfortable about telling friend.
I've been writing some notes in a journal since my GP visit, thinking I'd start an anonymous blog, just to have an outlet but am now prepared to post to my existing blog - I know I found it useful when a professional friend blogged about his leukaemia treatment.
I am somewhat dreading mailing my closest friends to tell them first. I don't yet know what to say when people say they're sorry. I don't feel hugely worry or anxious but I worry that some of my friends will be more upset and worried than me, which doesn't seem right! 🙂