Yes, I am having one of those days. A day in which I am feeling sorry for myself. These days are few and far between, but when I have them, boy do they suck. I woke up this morning feeling grumpy...like Grumpy in the Seven Drarfs or Grumpy Bear from the Care Bears. I warned my co-workers that I just wasn't in the best of moods today. They understood since I did have my third chemo treatment last week and chemo usually makes me feel like an emotional roller coaster. But today for some reason was uber-bad.
I got to thinking about how unfair it is that I have breast cancer. Yes, I know it could be a whole lot worse. And yes, I know, life isn't fair. Blah, blah, blah.
I lost my boobs because of breast cancer.
I lost my hair because of breast cancer.
I lost my fertility because of breast cancer.
I lost my body because of breast cancer (gaining weight, menopause).
I lost my self-esteem because of breast cancer.
And on days like today, I lost my mental and emotional happiness that has carried me through all of this.
It's been six months since I found my lump in my boob. I have only felt sorry for myself a handful of times. So, please excuse me, my "pitty party table of one" is being called.
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