Hey! I'm Gem. I'm a 43 yrold homeless Recovery Support Worker for young adults. Currently iving on the south coast with a neurospicy boyfriend, a dick head of a cat, a snake & bearded dragon..
I had my biopsy & scan results on 11th September this year and had my first round of chemo/hormone treatment on 3rd November. The diagnosis was metastatic breast cancer which has metastised into my spine and liver. They says its incurable but manageable with treatment.
My skin looks awful, blotchy and dry and my mouth a terribly sore with ulcers, I'm still able to eat and drink and my fatigue levels, at present, are OK. I'm still able to go for a short walk and some fresh air if needed most days
I HATE seeing my partner struggling with his adhd whilst working and trying to help take care of me and our home. I've always been the support worker of the family. I grew up as a young carer for my severely disabled mum and am in no way used to letting people do things for me.
I don't really have any questions, it's all juat a lot isn't it? I don't even feel like it's real, I didn't feel poorly, I haven't been walking round feeling all "cancery" proir to diagnosis and at present, I would say the chemo is making me feel worse than the cancer had been.
Fortunately, I have a dark sense of humor and a "surviving out of spite" attitude that I'm relying on to get me through this!
