Before I begin I would like to say that I've never been more in need of shoulders to cry on and support from the HW community.
This week...I've heard of life throwing us curveballs...but this week was ridiculous.
A couple of weeks ago I received word that my boss, who I've thoroughly enjoyed working for, was possibly leaving. I was already a bit anxious about
that, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Tuesday morning I found out he was indeed staying, which was great. Wonderful sense of relief.
Thursday evening I learned that a longtime friend of mine was unexpectedly pregnant. She was quite distraught over it and needed to get out for a while to relax, and I was feeling a bit anxious because a big life change or stressful situation like that always causes me to get antsy. We decided to go to a dress rehearsal of a play two of our friends are performing in. It was very silly with a light mood, just what we needed.
I visited my folks after the show and got to their place quite late(about
11:30pm). I realized that my father was still up, which was a bit odd because he usually goes to bed around 10:30 to 11. He got out of bed and came down the hall to see me, telling me we both needed to go down and talk to my mother.
Now the backstory. My mother went in for a hysterectomy just before Thanksgiving. They suspected she might have low-grade cancer of the uteran wall(something that's quite common these days and easily cured with a hysterectomy). Everything went off without a hitch and the surgery was successful and she was making a speedy recovery. During the surgery they removed her entire reproductive system and checked everything out quickly. Everything looked fine.
My mother and father received the official pathology report on Wednesday afternoon. My mother was told a very small tumor was discovered on her right ovary. It was NOT ovarian cancer but an extension of the uteran tumor, which was excellent news, but because they're worried the cancer wasn't completely contained inside the uterus, it was recommended that she undergo chemotherapy treatment to kill any cells that may have started to spread. Upon hearing this she became very depressed because she was just starting to be able to drive around and get out of the house again.
When my parents told me this my heart sank and anxiety probably tripled. I want to be strong for my mother and help her to get through what's probably going to be a VERY tough three months at the beginning of 2008, but I'm so worried about
her that I can barely function at the moment. I have made an appointment with my PCP to get me back on my anti-anxiety medication(I haven't needed it since September), and was also given a referral to a therapist.
Simply needed to vent and get some of this off my chest. Two friends came over to my apartment this afternoon to watch the football with me and help me calm down, which was a great relief, but they can't be around all the time. A close friend also stayed the night with me last night and held me while I cried myself to sleep.
Thank you all very much for listening and if you've had similar experiences with family members, it would VERY much help to hear about
them right now. Reassurance from my mother's doctors and other people she knows who've been through chemo have helped all of us.