A number of our members blog regularly about their experiences. Kit has posted another strong post as we continue to deal with #BreastCancerAwarenessMonth and all that brings, whilst we’re trying to get on with our own treatment, and seeking to advocate for ourselves and others.
Her blog post starts:
Warning you may find this blog upsetting.
I was diagnosed with secondary breast cancer 35 months ago today. I was told I’d be dead in six months maximum. I’m still slowly dying, but I’m nowhere near dead yet. But I will be one of these days. I’m 36.
My now ex oncologist predicted in March I’d be 6 feet under by November. 23 days to go. I would spend tomorrow planning for my imminent death, but I’m too busy as I have 8 hours of work to do. Plus a gym session. Oh and setting up a new scanner, cleaning the bathroom and doing the laundry. Yep I’m definitely going to die by November.
I’m thrilled to be alive and living my life to the full, but readers can I let you in on a big secret? I’m tired. So so frigging tired. It’s hard being chased by the grim reaper. It’s especially hard to be chased by the grim reaper when countless medical professionals act like you’re a cast member of the Walking Dead. Because that’s what life with stage 4 breast cancer is for me, it’s having to constantly justify your right to life and to medical treatment. It sucks.
Read the rest of Kit’s post.