I think the OCD & the BC are unrelated, believe it or not..... lol......
I'm not sure if this is the "About Me" area for this forum... but here it goes anyway.... I'm trying to be PC & polite to my fellow Health Chapter members.
I've survived cancer twice, and this last time - 3 years ago - was a hell of a ride - more so than the first time that involved radiation & chemo that nearly killed me twice (became neutropenic & hospitalized for 12 & 10 days).
I lost my breast 3 years ago & altho I knew it was going to be hard, I never could have imagined. I had four months to think about the route I wanted to go after my initial "discovery" surgery that showed cancer again... and being as it was surgery #4 to the same breast, I figured it was time to get rid of the damn thing.
No insurance & an ensuing wicked divorce battle one right after another... and 3+ years later, I can tell you all that it doesn't get easier with time.
It gets worse!
You feel like your life is on hold; and waiting for the "reconstruction angel" to fly into your room & make it all better is THE PITS.
Oh, well......
Point being... now that I am involved with a charity that helps people who are dealing with the same problem, I've become somewhat obsessed & the severe case of tunnel vision is hard to treat. For this, I must apologize; but I'm certain that I won't rest until we at least get some significant funding and recognition to help facilitate growth of this foundation.
In the meantime..... is there anyone on these pages here going thru the same thing as me???
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I hope you will allow me to call you Vickie. You see my best friend died "first" at the age of 60 three years ago. I supported her changing her name to Victoria when she attained her PhD. What got her? Heart disease in childhood, issues with obesity and finally--stress due to her job. I was fortunate enough to have lunch with her the day before. Her husband said, "Vickie, as usual, came home later from work. She was complaining of migraines to me and to Jerry....she went to bed and died"...what an angel. Perhaps you have become my soul sister...I have kissed death since age 5.
My mantra is, at the soon-to-be age of 54 tomorrow (at 8:03pm--I am sure the world stopped than..'MY DEAREST FRIEND, IF I PUT MY HEAD DOWN ON MY PILLOW TONIGHT AND DON'T WAKE UP...IT'S BEEN A GREAT RIDE!"
what can I do to support you?