I’m learning… What it is to have an Extreme duality of emotions In cancer survivorship. And that it’s okay To acknowledge and accept it Fully. Deeply. And honestly.
I am a breast cancer Survivor. I’m currently In remission- I have really great days- Where I feel confident, Positive. Hopeful. A small piece Of the carefree Light-hearted version of me. And yet- I still go through darkness. Really difficult times That feel extremely Isolating, depressing, And incredibly lonely.
I wouldn’t wish these days On anyone I love. It’s a very challenging Place to be. It feels like no one around me Really gets me- Not anymore. Not really. And I don’t want to drop the heavy On anyone around me. I’m happy they Don’t feel how I feel, But my spirit sure Longs for someone Who did- In these moments When I feel so sad and conflicted.
I feel guilty for feeling Ungrateful- When I know I should be thankful Because I’m still living- And I am- I feel both.
I’m beyond grateful – And I’m utterly heartbroken. I’m so angry- And I’m also glad. I’m so gracious for my body- For fighting And healing- And winning, so far- And I absolutely hate it. It makes me cry, And it makes me mad When I look in the mirror And remember What I used to have.
I’m learning Slowly. That it is completely okay To feel the extremes together- To grieve and to celebrate In the same conflicting breath. Because- As a cancer survivor- Every new day, Is another attempt To confront, sit with, and be okay With whatever this day’s Current emotion is.
Breast Cancer Kicked me down- From diagnosis To doctors appointments, To consultations- And further testing. From big surgeries To healing and resting- And then, just when I was feeling strong again, It kicked me back down- And I laid lifeless After my very last Chemo round… And when I thought The worst was over, It blindsided me, And knocked me further- Down to the ground… And God brought me To my knees. Reaching for me. Holding me, And humbly Reminding me Of all the healing I have left to do. The emotions That have pooled- Of all that has happened. I must now- Begin to work thru. My cancer days are Behind me- But in front of me Lies a heavy blanket of grief- The cancer aftermath- The emotional rollercoaster. The forever hangover, And the reminders That there are no do-overs. The loss of what I once was- Before cancer took Those parts of me. And the new reality Of what now is… The new ‘survivor’ me. The traumas, And inside wounds I must now tend to. My broken heart- Just doesn’t hold The same magic it used to. My recovery is far from over. There’s no end game. No end date. But the cancer is gone, And life should be great. Except that it’s not. And that makes me Feel guilty- More times than not. The future feels Haunting, Overwhelming, And daunting. It feels defeating, Sorrowful, And sad. I feel angry, And in moments- Stark raving mad. It’s hard to wrap My head around- The magnitude Of all I’ve been through. And no one around me Understands the depth Of anything I’m feeling Or going through. I’m just back to living As if everything I just went through Wasn’t anything. Except that it was… And the sadness, And mood swings, And feelings Are horribly isolating, And deeply Heartbreaking. But I’m still here Doing my best. Reminding myself daily That I’m blessed. Because I am. But underneath it all- I’m still struggling. More than I care to admit. My life has forever changed And I’m not convinced That I’m better for it Yet.