Where to begin...
Well I suppose I should explain a bit about life so far. Last year I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I found a lump, saw the doctor the following day and my life changed instantly. It's all sorted now, after a lumpectomy, chemo, rads, herceptin and tamoxifen I am told that I am in remission. I hate that word. To me it sounds as though the cancer was never actually removed from my body. Although I was told that the lump was removed with good, clear margins and no sign of any spread to lymph nodes or blood. The surgeon said that I am "cancer-free" although the oncologist says that they can't be sure. (So to avoid any possible legal cases, they play it safe and say that I am in remission). I think ill side twitch the surgeon!
After hearing this news I was a wreck. I still am a wreck. I worry a lot more now. I worry that I am not good enough. I am not a good enough mother, I am not a good enough wife, I am not a good enough sister, I am not a good enough nurse etc etc.
This is also being written in case the cancer returns. I hope that my family and friends can read this and know that I tried my best, but sometimes that just isn't good enough in other people's eyes...
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