Hi everyone
I am 55 years old, married with 3 grownup children and 2 grandchildren living in Bucks. I was diagnosed with incurable Lung Cancer in April 2019, with secondary cancer in my bones. Strange as it may sound I feel a bit lucky, as I have the EGFR mutation, which is being treated with Afatanib targeted therapy, and am also fortunate enough to be under an amazing team in Oxford. I also have a really lovely Macmillan nurse, who phones me regularly at the moment, and will go back to visiting when this Corona nightmare is over.
My husband is caring for me and he is the best anyone could wish for, my kids are great, concerned and caring, but the truth is, i'm struggling horribly with my mental health, mostly the pit of sadness I seem to have dug for myself.. I know this is hard for everyone, that's why we're on this forum in the first place, I feel I have nobody I can tell my real feelings to, no way would I burden my children, nobody can possibly understand unless they're going through it themselves, and I feel my poor husband has heard it all a million times and of course it's hard for him too.
I think loneliness is a big thing, specially with this lockdown. My family live 120 miles away, it's just hubby and me.
I don't know, sometimes I think I'm going insane and just want someone to talk to who can understand.