Emotional Treatment

25/11/2014

I have wanted to put 'pen to paper' for a few weeks now but felt that once treatment had finished, I more or less closed the Facebook blog, thinking those of you who read my blog had seen me get through it and that was enough.

When I finished radiation on 3/11/2014 I was ready to get back to normality and naively thought I could get back into work and just put the past 10 months behind me.  What I found instead was that I was looking over my shoulder asking myself the question "What just happened these last 10 months"?

I headed off to work and did the first week full time only to feel like a little old lady by the weekend, spending a lot of it in bed sleeping.

This was not my expectation because I had gotten through treatment pretty good compared to so many others around me.  This wasn't  me, this wasn't how it was meant to go now. I'm done and dusted. Sure, I will feel a bit tired, but not like a truck has mowed me down.

So I headed to the cancer counsellor and cancer nurse for some answers/solutions.  The counsellor said "Andrea, you need to learn to breathe, just breathe".  So of course I did and thought wow, I can do more now and so I did.

Then my cancer nurse sent me literature on different ailments after treatment but nothing new there.  The pertinent one for me was how to manage fatigue which I thought I was doing.

So I proceeded to carry on full tit (excuse the pun) only to fall in a big heap at the weekend which honestly shocked me.  I didn't realise I could feel that tired.  Thankfully I had Jan, my sister, explain in plain language about how I had to slow down, how I wasn't being fair to my body or to the doctors who had taken care of me.  I also had Mum's nurturing to get me back on my feet.

Therefore I have come to the slow realisation I am going to have to adapt to 'me' time.  I am so good at giving out, that I don't know how to give to myself.  

This therefore is my new quest.  If I don't, I am worried the cancer will come back, so I have to give myself a fighting chance to keep those cancer cells from regenerating and that is what I intend to do - take a breath and take time out.

Really, this is a continuation of the treatment plan.  When I take a step back and acknowledge that the medical treatment it is over, I now have to undertake emotional treatment for me.  This part of the cancer experience is probably more emotional than I can express here and something I have to figure out for myself. I might share with you at some stage but for now I am going to do some reflecting on how this 'me' time is going to look.  

I welcome any ideas.

For the time being, Hazel is filled with gas and is ready and waiting, and the road stretches out before me...