What happened on February 27, 1985 besides this classic being #1?
I was BORN! Happy 40th birthday to me! Thanks parents! Here’s to my 40’s being kinder to me than my 30’s.
Have the best day ever everyone!
“Choosing to have joy is not naively thinking everything will be easy. It is courageously believing that there is still hope, even when things get hard.” – Morgan Harper Nichols
What happened on February 27, 1985 besides this classic being #1?
I was BORN! Happy 40th birthday to me! Thanks parents! Here’s to my 40’s being kinder to me than my 30’s.
Have the best day ever everyone!
In my life, I have had two therapists. The first one I interviewed and she sent me NPR recordings of her work. I chose her and it was a great fit. She was a Psy.D which is a Doctor of Psychology and is a licensed clinical psychologist. She was what I needed at the time and although we only needed a few sessions, she was essential to my ability to move on from my experience.
I am now seeing and LCSW which is a licensed clinical social worker. Better yet, she is a cancer sister. This helped to make my decision on her being my therapist as someone who could truly understand what I was going through. I find it important to find the right therapist for you and to not be afraid to try a few out until you find the right one.
I can across this graphic that extends the feelings one might go through with any cancer (in my opinion), beyond the stages of grief:
I had an epiphany this morning that I've entered the anger stage of grief. I joked with my sister that I’m either angry about my cancer or angry that it’s all clear liquid day for my colonoscopy tomorrow (remember to get your screenings people!)
No really, it’s my cancer and more specifically, my cancer treatments and how they make me feel. And I’m not angry that my whole life changed. Some of it is good as you’ll hear in all these types of quotes:
For me it’s the loss of my energy, my inability to carry on conversations with others because I have no energy to give, and my brain fog that makes it impossible to think sometimes. It feels interminable (thanks for that word, Dad). But honestly, there's nothing better than your therapist celebrating that you're angry. For her, it was the accomplishment of me being able to name and feel my emotions (remember, feel the feels) and realize I was still (and should be) on the five stages of grief spectrum.
So here I am:
I was able to receive my results from my endometrial biopsy which revealed NO CANCER! Woo hoo! That being said, I don't need my ovaries or uterus any more so I'll be having a hysterectomy in late March. I suspect I will change from tamoxifen to an aromatase inhibitor at that time as well which would be a good thing. I had previously written a post about how minor tamoxifen side effects were but I do feel it is adding to my brain fog, joint pain, and overall fatigue levels.
Other than that, hair is growing and I'm plugging along working part time. Keep sending energy my way and I'll return the favor, when I can.
I have posted about scanxiety before, but I recently attended a webinar by A Time to Heal that elaborated on this topic. The psychologist who presented made the point that:
Last year, when I started chemo on January 29th, I had the bright idea to book a Disney Cruise for the family that set sail on January 29, 2025. Unintentionally, I was reframing what might be the most terrifying day of my life with a new memory. One of love and family and sun and beaches, not cancer and chemo treatments. It also gave me something to look forward to and plan, a welcome distraction from the past year.
Reframing a date in time can help you change your perspective on a specific date, by looking at it from a different angle or replacing a lesser good memory with a new gooder (that one’s for you Mom) one.