I was diagnosed two weeks ago. I’ve been handling “my breast cancer” like some kind of project. I’ve only cried Two times. It’s like every thing is happening to someone else.
The second mammogram- the biopsy-the visit with the surgeon- looking the cancer up on the inter-net-telling the family and friends- setting up the second opinion- getting a surgery date- signing up for an on line support group- making a list of questions to ask the second DR.- making a list of things I can do when I’m to tired to do any thing-grocery shopping to stock up on convenience foods for when I can’t prepare food for my self.
When I tell a family member I tell them that the radiation is going to be more of a nuisance than any thing else.
I tell my self that I have to keep busy and get the house just so, because soon I won’t be able to move from the pain of the surgery
I tell my self get the spring cleaning out of the way because I’m going to be so tired from the radiation that I’m just going to stay in bed.
I feel in some way it’s happening to someone else. I’m just helping them out. I’m good at helping other people.
It’s not happening to me. not me. nothing this bad happens to me.
I have no control, I have no choice. I feel so alone.
Blu