Monday, January 26, 2009

I am officially done with treatment!!! I finished my herceptin treatments on Friday. I was so excited to be done, but leaving the chemo room was a lot harder than I anticipated. I have spent a great deal of time in that room, some good days, some bad days. But, those gals got me through it. They saw me sick, bald, crabby, happy, teary, sleepy, silly. No matter what, they didn't judge. They encouraged me, supported me, left me alone, shared personal stories, listened to mine. They always seemed to know what I needed. It was hard to leave there. I will miss seeing them every 3 weeks. I guess now is the time to work on my mental health. I feel like I have been teetering on the edge in recent weeks. I don't know if it is the lack of hormones or if it is me trying to process this whole experience. I don't think I had time to process it before. I found a lump, went for follow up, was diagnosed, scheduled surgery, started chemo, started radiation, continued with herceptin and was thrown into menopause. Start to finish: 14 months. How in the hell can a person process it? I have started back to work full-time, started a Girl Scout troop, kept the girls involved in every activity, tried to make school functions, not to mention just the day to day crap of keeping the house and family going. Life seems so normal from the outside. Everyone looking in sees me as back to "normal". What is normal? I am far from it. I am a jumble of emotions: happy, scared, indifferent, pissed, grateful, ungrateful. You name it, I probably feel it. It's like a natural disaster has hit my body, my life. Everyone saw the destruction with my mastectomy, my baldness, me being so sick with treatment. Now, my hair has grown back, you can't tell I am missing a breast (unless you really check me out!), I feel good. Everyone thinks I am back to normal. The problem is the destruction is still left inside. I haven't been rebuilt on the inside. I guess now is the time for my mental health. Maybe time for a few tears (haven't really shed them). But, it is also a time for celebration. I am still here to be with my husband, my children, my family. I may need a therapist in the near future, but at least I am still on this planet to hire one!

2 comments:

Hayley Townley, Jack of Many Trades said...

Congratulations Susie! There should have been fanfare, a band and a parade as you walked out of that treatment room for the last time!

The "AFTER" is hard too. You are so focused on beating the monster and now they give you a little pill (Arimidex or something like it) and tell you to be on your merry little way.

But know that you beat cancer - you can do ANYTHING!

Know we are here for you (and I have a great therapist!)

Congratulations again!

Rachel/The Sheriff said...

Someone who hasn't been through it can't really offer advice and suggestions, but you are a STRONG person who will sort it all out inside yourself in due time. I'm betting the physical part of it was the faster part - take time for you and your mind now and it will come and you will be better off for it, I am sure of that. Think about all of the people who have never been able to test their strength and will as you have - I would never wish it on you, but I have no doubt that you are a much stronger person who is way more in touch with herself and her life than so many of us others.

Do what you need to do for YOU to make yourself process it all. I have only watched from afar through your blogs, but I KNOW that you CAN and WILL do it and that no matter how you handle it all, it will be the RIGHT way.

Way to go on finishing your treatment and here's to your mental/emotional health kicking ass too!