I’ve not posted for a while … Things have been going pretty well. I’ve started getting involved in things again, doing a bit of scriptwriting for the local Mystery Play (not a whodunit – the medieval kind where ordinary folk act out Bible stories on the village green); creating a new puppet video to explore the place of spirituality in the healing journey; working on a collage; starting the reclamation of an overgrown allotment plot to ‘grow my own’ on; participating in ‘Race for Life’ ... to the outside world I’m looking good, but I’m really tired most of the time, and the Anastrazole is playing hell with my joints, so when I’m not up and about and being Mrs I’ve-beaten-it-three-times-wonderwoman I feel pretty low.
Last weekend was the twelvemonth anniversary of my last surgery, and although the wonder woman act had even begun to fool me, I went into meltdown, without even really noticing the date – though it all made sense when I did. The hugeness of what I’ve been through in the last 12 months really came home to me and scared the daylights out of me. I suppose it’s some kind of post traumatic stress – we are, after all, fighting a battle – and we have scars to prove it.
Maybe I’m doing too much. Maybe I’m throwing myself too hard into being ‘the old me’ because it’s the person people want to have around – though in truth I think the people close to me are more than happy to have me here in any state. Maybe I don’t want the big C to cheat me out of any more days of being me.
Anyhow, today I’ve already dealt with unblocking the loo (eew!) and handling the news that the couriers have broken a hugely expensive thing that I sent away yesterday on behalf of my husband’s boss (more eew!) and the letter I just opened is an invitation to have my remaining boob mammogrammed on monday (how much eew can fit in one day). But on the upside, I’m still here, I have a rose tree to plant (its not all vegetables on my allotment plot!) and I passed my dance exam with a ‘highly commended’, and my lovely daughter’s coming over for coffee any minute now, before she leaves for her holiday.
I’d appreciate prayers for Monday, as much for ‘holding it together’ as for a good result. Can’t tell you how much I appreciate this group. XXX
Sounds like you are doing well! I understand the battle between how things are and what my own expectations are of myself and how I perceive others perceive me and what their expectations are..it is exhausting..one day at a time and do what you can and have some fun between the bumps in the road. Good luck on Monday! Hugs! Eileen