In a week's time, I am scheduled to have a mammogram, a chest-ray, an abdominal scan and blood tests and then, the following week, on Monday February 20, I see The Tango Man.
To say I feel nervous would be an understatement. I keep visualising myself at the different places for the tests and wondering how I will feel if they are not ok.
Apart from the blood tests, the results of which I will get only when I see the doctor on the Monday, all the others I will know straight away. It begins with the mammogram on Wednesday at 10am. I know I did this before, since I have had cancer, but I feel super stressed. I go to sleep at about midnight and then wake up at about 3am. Then I don't sleep for ages and wake up at about 6am to do my manual lymph drainage massage.
I pray I am ok. I feel fine. I also know that that doesn't mean much although one cannot help thinking that if my body were riddled with cancer, surely I would not feel ok? Dunno.
The time I had cancer, I had had a mammogram and scan, was told to come back in a year, and then, in just under two months, found a lump on the side of my chest while showering. That was on the morning of Christmas Eve in 2009. I never thought it was cancer, not under those circumstances, but I did go to the doctor the same day. My GP.
I don't think I have ever recovered from the shock of finding out that I had cancer. Not me. I was super fit, super healthy, a bit fat but otherwise fine. And even a therapist had told me I had no need of therapy as I dealt with all my problems. I was feeling on top of the world. Now I am riddled with anxiety. Not 24/7 luckily, but think about the upcoming tests a lot.
To say I feel nervous would be an understatement. I keep visualising myself at the different places for the tests and wondering how I will feel if they are not ok.
Apart from the blood tests, the results of which I will get only when I see the doctor on the Monday, all the others I will know straight away. It begins with the mammogram on Wednesday at 10am. I know I did this before, since I have had cancer, but I feel super stressed. I go to sleep at about midnight and then wake up at about 3am. Then I don't sleep for ages and wake up at about 6am to do my manual lymph drainage massage.
I pray I am ok. I feel fine. I also know that that doesn't mean much although one cannot help thinking that if my body were riddled with cancer, surely I would not feel ok? Dunno.
The time I had cancer, I had had a mammogram and scan, was told to come back in a year, and then, in just under two months, found a lump on the side of my chest while showering. That was on the morning of Christmas Eve in 2009. I never thought it was cancer, not under those circumstances, but I did go to the doctor the same day. My GP.
I don't think I have ever recovered from the shock of finding out that I had cancer. Not me. I was super fit, super healthy, a bit fat but otherwise fine. And even a therapist had told me I had no need of therapy as I dealt with all my problems. I was feeling on top of the world. Now I am riddled with anxiety. Not 24/7 luckily, but think about the upcoming tests a lot.
I know how you're feeling. I'm 7 years out from my diagnosis & it gets a bit easier, but we'll always have that nagging feeling somewhere in the pit of our stomachs. I'm betting you'll be just fine.
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Brenda
Thanks. Your words are appreciated. Felt sick with worry but, for now, feeling much better.
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