Breast Cancer, Young Adult Cancer, Pain, Passion, Life Post Cancer

Morning clumps

The morning started out so well. I was up early, doing some writing and had my outfit for mass ironed. As I began my morning ritual of washing my face, taking a shower and washing my hair, I had to first brush out my hair. These tight curly coils drive me nuts!

After my lovely brushed out Afro, I get in the shower to wash and deep condition it. I had closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them, I uttered a silent scream. I looked down at my hands and the tub and saw clumps of curls had fallen out. It wasn’t just little hairs. It was CLUMPS. It was so much that I got nauseous and had a panic attack. I just knew that when I got out of the shower that I would be bald.

Damn that PTSD that doctors never believe I possess.

The last time that much hair had fallen out was on 10/25/15, when ALL of my hair fell out in the shower. I can’t ever forget that horrific and beyond traumatic moment. Even though I had shaved my head, it was still so many tiny hairs that all fell out. I had walked into the shower with hair and came out as bald as a newborn.

I panicked thinking the same thing would happen this morning. I kept my eyes closed as I wrapped a towel around my head. I took a deep breath as I removed the towel. I still have a headful of hair and still curly.

I thought the shaking and flashbacks would stop by now. Here it is evening time and the memory is still as clear and fresh as it was this morning and almost four years ago.

So why did so much fall out this morning? Where did these clumps come from?

Is this related to the medically induced menopause?

Is it related to the higher dose of Cymbalta?

Is the constant financial stress of increasing medical bills and cost of living?

Is it from all the physical pain of this nerve in my left back and buttocks?

Is it the constant physical full body pain from the Fibromyalgia?

Is it from the sleep deprivation last week as I tried to wean myself off the Ativan with zero success?

Is it the stress of knowing I need one more surgery to remove the fat necrosis in my left lumpectomy area?

Is it the grief of being infertile and single?

Is it the grief of the soon-to-be anniversary of my nana’s passing?

Is it the grief of being in a constant state of fatigue that I can’t pursue my true passions more intensely?

I guess you could say I have a lot on my plate. Then again, everything in my world is always compounded with so much all at once. I wish I could have even just a week where everything was going right. Massages used to be my thing. What do I do now that I can’t stand being touched?

All of these thoughts lead back to breast cancer. My life on the cancer train continues to move off track and so painful. I hope a smooth path is in the horizon because this constant state of stress, pain, grief, fatigue and anger is wearing me out.

Until next time,

Warrior Megsie

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Life Post Cancer

One year BLOGversary

My blog actually turned a year old on the 1st. I’ve taken time to reread every single post I’ve written. What I have discovered is the rawness, anger, and heaviness continues to weigh on me. On the flip side, I’ve felt more love, creativity, passion, excitement, and acceptance than I ever thought possible.  

Going through cancer, while utterly traumatic and painful, has given me a voice I never knew existed. Where does my resilience come from? I’ve been knocked down by so many events in my life, yet I keep standing back up. Sometimes I stumble and other times it takes longer to get back up, but I always do.

Since my last post, I’ve been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis. Am I 42 or 142? At least now I know why my body pain has been so debilitating. I can finally move without crying. I can breathe without wincing.

I haven’t fully processed either diagnosis or what that means for my future and quality of life. It’s a little too much for me to handle at this time.

More than anything, I’m filled with gratitude for the support from ALL of the warriors and friends who read my blog and continue to follow my rocky cancer path thus far. It means the world to know my voice matters and is being heard.

I thank those who don’t try and diagnose me, too. Though my written thoughts can be dark at times, you only get to see one side of me. I still exude a lot of humor and positive light. I have to recharge my batteries more frequently than I used to, but that’s okay.

This quote sums it up best…

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”― Oscar Wilde

Until next time,

Warrior Megsie

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Reality Bites

I’ve thought a lot about “my story,” and who will tell it. It’s a tough pill to swallow knowing my family history literally ends with me.

Reality Bites.

It’s overwhelming to think about. Friends tell me I can still be a mother by either adopting or marrying someone with children. There are many issues with these two scenarios, so I’ve highlighted the top three:

  • I’m single and not about to adopt a child when I can barely provide for myself and mounting health needs/issues.
  • The thought of dating is off the table for at least another year or so due to chronic pain, fatigue, and zero sex drive.
  • I don’t even know if I will still be alive in another year or what other illnesses will befall me as long-term side effects keep popping up.

The point is I will NEVER have a human legacy who inherits my long lashes, quirky personality or bubbly laugh.

Reality Bites.

I was looking at old family pictures this morning. Though my mother and I physically do not look-alike, I found two pictures of when we were little, and we have identical facial expressions and seated position. It makes me laugh, yet weep.

Reality Bites.

Life can be very hard; for some more than others.  I’ve often questioned why I have to carry so much weight on my heart and soul. I don’t want to be Hercules or Wonder Woman.

I don’t know where my resilience stems from. There have been more dark moments that I care to fully acknowledge in my life thus far, and also many beautiful, delightful and charming moments.

Reality Bites.

This is not about being clinically depressed. This is about the ups and downs of grief. This is about MY reality. I’m still grieving over what could have been, what my reality is and how difficult thinking of the future and making plans can be at times.

Reality Bites.

There are moments when I think, “What’s the point?” of telling my story. Who really cares?

  • Chronically single
  • Medically barren
  • Breast cancer survivor
  • Only child

A therapist told me to keep posting pictures on social media from my scrapbooks and photo albums that I have so lovingly put together over the years that fully capture the really magical, humorous and exciting moments since childhood.  I was doing just that to make my digital legacy mean something but stopped as life post-cancer became too much again.

Reality Bites.

The only constant in my life is the essence of me remains the same. It’s solid. It’s my core.

  • Cancer couldn’t kill it.
  • Depression can’t kill it.
  • Grief can’t kill it.
  • Pain and fatigue can’t kill it.

There always seems to be a storm brewing, edging its way to the forefront of my mind.  I could really use a season of calmness in my body, heart, and mind.

Reality truly does bite.

Until next time,

Warrior Megsie

 

 

 

 

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Survivor’s Envy

I no longer have moments where I can ‘forget’ I had breast cancer. I’ve never bounced back after all my treatments and many surgeries.  My body continues to deteriorate instead of growing stronger. The physical pain continues to increase instead of decrease. The skin issues on my face, neck and chest continue to flare up.

This can’t be my permanent quality of life, can it?

I’m plagued by Survivor’s Guilt but also plagued by Survivor’s Envy. How is that possible?

I see others who I met during the start of my cancer path and see how well they bounced back afterward. I see those starting families, getting better jobs or continuing to kick ass at their current job, dating, getting engaged and married, working out and just looking fabulous.

Am I seeing only what they want others to see? Are they really struggling privately? Is it a show for the masses because social media never shows the whole story?

Then I get mad at myself because I know that other warriors are suffering in many ways post treatment or experiencing recurrence and metastasis, but don’t reveal it on social media.

My reality is I no longer have the strength to mask the physical and emotional pain. My quality of life plain sucks. This isn’t a pity party. I’ve tried to push through the physical pain. I get told to just exercise and will feel better. Well, all that movement is actually causing more inflammation and severe pain. My weight is going back up because the pain has become excruciating to the point of almost debilitating most days. It makes exercising and just moving incredibly hard and painful.

I just want to feel better.

I want to have energy.

I want to not feel envious of those survivors who are truly enjoying life. They’ve been through hell and back, too.

For me, my hell continues. The more intense the pain, the harder it is to manage other life stresses. It has increased my anxiety level to the point where I’m waking up nauseous each morning. My sleep is off cycle again.

I underestimated the effects of being medically induced into menopause, becoming officially barren and zero sex drive. How can I even think about dating when I feel and look like crap?

I’m having a tough time igniting my spark and passion. I’m so worn out from working and dealing with the office nonsense that I can barely write or do what I need to do to press forward.

I feel guilty for being envious of other survivors. I feel like October or PINKtober brings out the Grinch in me.

I want to celebrate my life, but is this really a life when I’m single and can’t date? When the pain is so debilitating that I cry out in agony and only my loving cat Nathan can hear me? When I’m so fatigued that I can barely do the laundry, vacuum and dust or make dinner?

For me, life post cancer has its many ups and downs. It seems these days are more down because the constant pain and fatigue is tearing down my defenses.

I fought so hard to try and not die from this. It’s not all smiles, pink tutus and walks. It’s shocking, stressful, utterly painful and exhausting to pretend I’m okay because I look healthy.

Until next time,

Warrior Megsie

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The struggle continues…

No real blog post tonight either. This pic sums up the past few weeks perfectly, which I posted on my social media Friday.

Pic for Blog for 9.30.18

I have spent this day actually sleeping and then working on a safety plan for my mental health this week.

Working on letting go of wishing I could go back into the past.

Working on embracing the silence instead of trying to fill it.

Working on not allowing other people’s stress become my own.

Working on feeling the smile and not faking it.

Sept/Oct are painful months due to so many cancerversaries and other painful memories that are being compounded with other bullshit now.

Until next time,

Warrior Megsie

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