Breast Cancer Blues

I type things and then erase them.  Over and over.  The bad day began last night.  I got weepy earlier in the day and now it appears there's no point in trying to remain upbeat.  I had some fun this morning, writing about Crazy Land.  Then a friend asked my opinion about Phil Spector.  That's currently one of my favorite topics. 

I told my mom it would be okay to bring over my book, Living With Breast Cancer.  She took it away during the time I was undergoing treatment because every time I started to read parts of the book, I would become terrified of what was going to happen next.

All clear, I thought.  Treatment is over, so I thought I might get some useful info about what my radiation oncology nurse called "reclaiming my life."  Instead, what I found was confirmation that some of the bothersome things I've been experiencing may be treatment-related.  And permanent.

I read that chemotherapy used for breast cancer (and maybe other types) can change the structure of the brain and how it functions.  Or doesn't.  Antidepressants can exacerbate the bad effects.  As can steroids used in treatment and Tamoxifen used post-treatment.

They may affect memory, spatial-visual abilities, verbal (especially written) skills.  There may be permanent alterations in concentration and attention span.  I've experienced a lot of these.  I chalked it up to depression, hormones, and/or age.  Any (or all) of those things may actually be part (or all) of the problems.  Or not.

It's yet more potential for the possibility that breast cancer has taken away all of the qualities by which I've defined myself.  The ability to write well and think sharply would be great losses.  They have always been self-defining. I'm not sure I can recognize whether verbal skills have deteriorated.  Certainly cognitive functioning has changed and not for the better.  I'm kind of stupid now and I have absolutely no memory at all.  Maybe permanently.

One of my co-workers has a daughter who's participating in an American Cancer Society event which will culminate in an all-night walk by cancer survivors.  Luminarias will light the way.  It brings tears to my eyes as I type these words.

I've developed an abrasion underneath the new girl where some scar tissue has formed.  There is a patch of irritated skin on the scar that runs across my lower stomach.  It's hard for me to tell what's going on, from day to day, with my incision sites.  Sometimes things hurt for no apparent reason.  Even in places where I'm numb to the touch.  I note it and move on. What else can I do?

I've had pain for a couple of days now in those places, so I asked Hubby to look in case something was actually wrong.  Obviously, something was.  So.  Back to the vesty bra and underwear that comes up to my waist. 

I'm not sure why this seems overwhelming to me today.  I gave it my best shot to buck up and was doing fine, it seemed, for a while.  I have extensive experience with bucking up.  Not today, I guess.