Well, it happened. I got the news no one ever really thinks they'll get.
After having a benign 11cm mass removed (along with R ovary and fallopian tube), I walked into the follow up appointment feeling good about my post-op recovery, and mainly concerned about a pucker in my 5" scar that looks like a 2nd belly button.
The consultant explained that the initial test was incorrect and that in fact, I have ovarian cancer. I tried my best to hold it together, and didn't blub too much.
That was last week, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all.
My question is this: is there anyone else going through this *without* "fantastic friends" and a "wonderful hubby"? I feel like a right old Miss Havisham admitting this, but I don't have that kind of support network.
I'm 39, and due to various circumstances (rocky childhood) and personality traits (codependent streak a mile wide) I find myself facing cancer pretty much alone. I gave up work a few years ago to look after my grandmother, and haven't worked since her death.
A few days before diagnosis, when I was feeling more energetic than I have in years (despite only being 2 weeks post major abdominal surgery) I ended a 2.5yr relationship that was wonderful....just as long as I didn't have any needs. He's not a bad guy, but hasn't come through even though he now knows I have cancer.
Other than my dog, there isn't anyone I have daily contact/relationship with. And she's great (albeit naughty) but doesn't quite grasp the complexities.
Anyone got any tips for doing cancer pretty much solo? I've got a handful of friendly people around me, but no one I can collapse on for a cry.