When I was going in for my mastectomy, I knew what was going to happen, I researched and prepared for all things.
When I started chemo, I was scared, but I knew what could/would happen. I mentally prepared for it, I knew I would be tired, not feel good, and lose my hair.
When they told me I needed to have radiation, I thought "well this sucks, but I can do this, I know what is expected."
Each time I had to do something with the 'treatment' part of the disease,
I was ok,
I was in survivors mode,
just get through this much and then lets conquer the next step.
Now, 1 year after my mastectomy, 8 months after chemo, 5 months after radiation, I thought my life would be back to 'normal', not that I can even remember what 'normal' is.
No doctor can tell you what happens after your hair grows back and you look healthy,
it is the unknown.
Most days I am fine and dont have freak outs, but somedays I work myself into a fit.
Something triggers the worry that "Is that pain in my hip just cause I need to go to the chiropractor? or is 'it' coming back."
Sometimes it is a story I read or see on the news about cancer coming back or someone that has died from cancer.
Sometimes I think it is because I havent slept good and am more emotional.
Or days like today, I hate my hair and just want it long.
I dont say it out loud,
but I hate that my hair is short, not really that its short, but that I didn't choose to have it short.
I hate that my boobs aren't normal, and even when they look normal, its not like they are real.
I hate the scars, I counted 13 scars from my c-section scar to my mastectomy scars. Some scars I dont mind more than others.
I hate that I look old now.
I hate that I lost a year of my life.
I hate that sometimes it feels like all I am in a cancer patient.
I hate that I question everything, am I eating good enough, am I teaching my kids to eat good, should I exercise more, am I getting enough sleep, is it dark enough when I sleep, should I be taking the tamoxifen, should I get a hysterectomy.
I tell myself I am entitled to a bad day ever now and again, but not two in a row!
I had my freak out, cried in the shower, cried to Kyle, then took some deep breathes, got a good nights rest,
and
I am ok, I am fine, and I am healthy.
I am more than a cancer patient.
