Raging Against Myself

I’ve had many issues arise before my leave of absence from work and during that were beyond my control and have caused full blown panic attacks. I seem to need more and more time alone in pure silence to calm my thoughts and breathing. Then I thought about how I’m like that 90’s band name Raging Against the Machine. Only, I realized that I seem to be raging against myself.

Why?

Going through cancer while single has literally thrown me off the ledge. Let the rage fest begin.

I rage over constantly fighting my body to just function properly.

  • I can no longer just get up and go anymore. It takes so long to get ready in the mornings because of the chemo induced fibromyalgia and neuropathy. I never thought I would have to deal with this level of chronic pain on a daily basis. There is no real relief from it.

I rage that my life continues to be difficult without breaks. The hits never seem to cease.

  • Just when I think the pieces on my path are finally aligning, I get hit with another problem or infection that causes me to take three steps back instead of forward.

I rage over the never-ending medical bills post-cancer.

  • Why aren’t there more financial resources for post treatment? I found so many grants to help during my active treatment and one-year post but nothing now that I’m three years post. These are lifelong struggles which require many doctor appointments, tests and medications. The financial strain on a single income is suffocating.

I rage over being chronically single with zero strength to even ponder dating again.

  • I honestly don’t think I can ever date again. I have a zero-sex drive. I’m in freaking menopause. I don’t even want to be touched because it hurts thanks to the fibromyalgia. Plus, how I can date someone in the regular world ever again? It was hard enough pre-cancer to find a good fit at the right time. I can’t even have regular conversations because it always reverts to cancer.

I rage that any PTO from work has never been used to take a vacation and have fun. Instead, those days are used for doctor appointments, surgeries or sick days. 

  • How ironic that I finally had to request a leave of absence from work because my body literally gave up on me. I’ve been hit with an infection and chronic pain every single month since October 2018. No wonder I basically keeled over and couldn’t go on. Will my immune system ever be semi decent?

I rage over our healthcare system and having to fight the billing departments from multiple cancer centers and question or review charges.

  • The visceral stress from opening the mailbox and seeing a billing statement and/or invoice almost daily wears on me. Plus, I already pay such a high deductible. I don’t have the strength to work multiple jobs and gain multiple streams of income by myself. It takes everything I have to go work for 8-10 hours a day.

I rage over the hundreds of times I’ve had to advocate for myself to be heard with doctors.

  • I’ve been treated at multiple cancer centers and have seen multiple oncologists and specialists until I was finally heard. I’m sick of so many saying, “That doesn’t typically happen to cancer patients” or “I don’t think this pain is from your treatments.” When are these providers going to learn that every BODY is different? When will they realize they don’t fully understand the long-term side effects that stem from chemo and radiation?

I rage over those inside and outside cancer land who try to “fix” my chronic pain with essential oils, supplements and more unsolicited advice.

  • I’m disgusted by those who give unsolicited advice and think they have the cure to end my chronic pain or whatever else is going on. It’s like these people think I haven’t already tried many of the things they claim “cured” them. Why can’t I just talk about it? Why do I have to justify to non-medical people why I don’t want their unsolicited advice?

I rage over the family life I never knew I wanted and now can never have thanks to my cancer treatments and being medically induced into menopause years ahead of schedule.

  • When your choices are essentially taken away, the grief of wondering what could have been is palpable. It’s so hurtful when people tell me to foster or adopt. It’s like they completely ignore the fact that I am single!!! I can barely take care of myself and my cat, let alone be there for a child alone. Show some sensitivity! Hear me instead of trying to make me feel better.

I rage over physically looking like a completely different woman with these chemo curls. They aren’t natural to me.

  • I truly struggle over “this hair.” Sure, I know it looks cute like a baby giraffe, but it is NOT my natural hair!!! I didn’t grow up with naturally curly hair. Chemo did this, not nature. I didn’t ask for this. The PTSD I feel every single time I look in the mirror tightens my chest and causes tears. My thick eyebrows pre-cancer now must be filled in with a brow pencil. I don’t care that no one else sees the flaws and damage. I am the one who must live with them.

I rage that the treatments, surgeries and pressure to work full-time have visibly aged my face and body by at least five years.

  • It took over two years for the dark circles to fade. I’m in a constant state of fatigue. It shows in my face. My former baby face has been through an unwelcomed war. I see the wear and tear it has caused.

I rage that I no longer know why I’m fighting so hard to stay in this world with no physical legacy.

  • I feel survivors’ guilt so deeply after hearing someone is diagnosed as stage IV and have a husband and children. So, what about those single, childless people? What do we have to live for if not family? Why should we keep fighting to exist in pain when there will never be children or grandchildren? Who do we share our memories with? What is our purpose?

Finally, I rage that after all these years on earth, I’ve become what I always feared – alone and ordinary.

  • How do I stop having survivors’ envy? I see so many survivors running marathons, jumping out of planes, traveling and other really physical activities when I can barely walk the two-mile trail in the park. Why didn’t my body heal and become stronger? If anything, I feel I get physically weaker each day. How is that surviving and thriving?

Though I often feel alone with my rage, I know there must be others who suffer through this in silence. I wish I had the right coping skills to help all of us get through the daily insanity. That’s the hardest part. I want to take action but don’t know how. My current therapist says I’m doing the right things to cope, but I often don’t feel like I’m doing enough. Is this it?

I rage because at the end of the day, I just want to matter and be remembered and LIVE instead of just existing.

Until next time,

Warrior Megsie

15 thoughts on “Raging Against Myself

  1. While not walking in your shoes…I can relate. I’m so sorry that you are going thru all this but know that I understand where you are coming from. I can’t fix it but hopefully, knowing that someone else understands helps you somehow. Just keep moving forward. You may not understand “why” now but I hope you find someone or something that brings you joy. Love and hugs from Katy, TX.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading this piece. I do have things that bring some joy but they’re fleeting. I haven’t felt “right” in so long, and that’s disappointing and tragic. Waking up every single day with chronic pain and neuropathy is a constant reminder of what the treatments and surgeries have done to my body. There is no escape. I only truly show the darkness through my writing and not in-person. Love and hugs to YOU!

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  2. Ah, you are on a difficult journey — more so being single certainly. You also will leave a legacy, if not children, a legacy of bravery, sensitivity, compassion, passion. You are a STAUNCH woman whose experiences may provide support or comfort to others. There are new studies upcoming re CIPN (at multi-site centers). Wishing joy & many (happy) adventures ahead — XOXOXO!

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  3. You are most definitely not alone as I find myself in eerily similar positions. Although my cancer care did a fantastic job getting me through treatment, I was left woefully unprepared for life after cancer. I have spent the last 7+ years trying to figure out my new normal. Thank you for sharing your feelings and your story.

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    1. Hi Janice. Thank you for reading my piece. It’s important to let others know of the difficulty once we’re post-cancer. I’m determined to keep shedding light on it through my journey. Reach out anytime. Hugs, my fellow warrior.

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  4. Feeling anger and yes, rage, is normal in your situation. There are a lot of losses that come with a cancer diagnosis, as you know all too well. Grieving for those losses is necessary and often not understood. Keep writing and speaking your truths. It helps you and others as well. Btw, you aren’t alone or ordinary at all. Thanks for your candid writing. It’s needed.

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  5. My 1st time commenting on your blog. I am also a “survivor”, just a little over a year out from my breast cancer diagnosis, and recently finished active treatment. I was already post-menopausal when diagnosed with stage 3 lobular.
    I very much relate to your struggles as I’m also single and have chronic pain issues exacerbated by chemo. My osteoarthritis in back, knees and hips has gotten much worse and it is a struggle to keep working full time, let alone clean, cook, etc!
    Oncologist has prescribed Arimidex but I’m afraid to start taking it because of the side effects.
    I’m also afraid to date, I don’t have the best track record in that department!

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    1. Hi Susan! Thanks so much for reading and commenting on my blog. I understand your fear in regards to the Arimidex. For such a tiny pill, the side effects can be horrific. I had to stop taking it. Always remember every BODY is different, so the Arimidex may work for you. Just monitor your side effects, if you choose to take it.
      I think I now have osteoarthritis in my right hip. My next blog piece will be about chronic pain, so stay tuned.
      The crazy thing is I had stopped dating for a year prior to my cancer diagnosis. Now so much time has passed fighting for my life and now these long-term side effects makes me feel like it’s impossible. No sex drive. No energy. No patience. Reach out anytime. Hugs, my fellow warrior…

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