I'm new to this site and haven't seen any of the discussions. But I just need to talk and let some things out.
I am 56 years old and I was diagnosed with breast cancer in September of 2007. My maternal grandmother had breast cancer when she was in her 70's and died a year later of nonrelated causes. My mother has had breast cancer 3 different times, her first instance when she was 71 and her last breast cancer was diagnosed the same week as mine. When I found out about her 3rd diagnosed I and my surgeon concurred that I needed a double mastectomy. Fortunately I did not need any follow up treatment other than Arimidex which I take daily. My mother unfortunately required chemotherapy and is now on a year's therapy of Herceptin by IV. Throughout the Fall I maintained a positive attitude, I was happy to be alive and I ready uplifting materials and focused on the power of the mind over the body. I listened to easy listening tapes, healing tapes, did Reiki therapy and changed my diet based on what I had read.
I had just moved to my current community back last Spring, and that summer I dealt with several of my animals being sick which increased my debt load. And I was in a bad living situation and I had just moved to a new place in August. I wasn't able to complete my move until after Christmas. The medical bills began pouring in. I didn't have that much time off that was paid from work. My brother and Y-Me Breast Cancer organization helped me with my rent, utilities and groceries. Early in 2008 I saw a lawyer and in March went to bankruptcy court for a Chapter 13 liquidation. That Fall I also started experiencing blood in my stool and I did not have the chance to have it tested until January. Thankfully the colonoscopy came out clear, and I burst into tears at the hospital when I was given the news, so thankful I didn't have cancer there too. At the end of the year my workplace moved offices, and the owner kept making comments about business being bad and how he could not continue that way.
In late January, my only sibling – my older brother, was diagnosed with a malignant melanoma. By that time I was really worn down. I called my mother the evening I found out and she said "What is happening to our family?". My supervisor at work continued saying negative things about business and at one point called me into his office and told me things were going to have to get better or he might not be able to keep me. I spent all my after work hours looking for work, but with the bad economy I was going no where. Finally my supervisor called me in his office and cut my pay to a salary I could not live on. Thankfully that evening I was offered another job.
I started the new job, and am thankful to have employment. But everything is new and I don't really know anyone there and no one knows me or what I've been through. My co-workers at the old job all knew what I had been through and pitched in to help me get through it. I could talk to them about what I had gone through. At the new job, no one knows and I am too scared to say anything about it. To top it off, my immediately co-workers have not been very friendly at all and I am so lonesome there I can hardly stand it. One of the things I did back last Fall too is change my diet in a major way, and they seem to think of that as an inconvenience or something I'm just being ridiculous with, rather than knowing and understanding what I've been through and why I've made the diet decisions I've had. So I'm just at the point now I've just been crying this weekend and I'm just feeling like I've been through too much.




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