...literately and figuratively.
Once a week I fill up my prescription box, early morning pills, morning pills and bedtime pills. Now all these pills are not "box" related but 4 are. By the "box" I mean the box that I found myself in before I met up with Dr. Sanity. The box that had me days away from suicide. I didn't have a plan in mind but have since developed a nice clear fairly painless way to die, not that I intend to use it but you just never know.
By my nature I am not a group as in group support person. I tend to pick one person I can rely on and stick with them. Unfortunately after I finished treatment I also lost my person. I tried to carry on as best I could but didn't do a great job of it. And when you add ending treatment and a ruptured bowel on what was supposed to be my reward for finishing my treatment I was really a mess.
PLEASE all you non-support people like me find yourself a GOOD therapist, ideally right after you find your surgeon and oncologist. You may have to go through 2 or 3 before you find the right one. You may end up like me with Dr. Sanity and Dr. Drug because you need someone for therapy and someone for drugs.
Good news coming in Sonoma County at least there is finally movement on setting up an after care program for women who have completed therapy. It will start development some time in the fall and just like the Breast Care Center will require time, money and talent to get it going but it WILL be there.
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