I have a fabulous life. I live on a canal boat with my amazing husband and I've been able to 'retire' way before most people. I don't have pressures on me, my kids are grown and happy, and up until my diagnosis my life was filled with joy and I felt so lucky. But I'm going to start my proton beam therapy in a week and a half, and I've virtually come to a standstill. I don't want to go out and 'do' anything, I can barely force myself to take the dog for a walk. All I want to do is stay indoors and I'm beating myself up about it. I know I sound depressed, I'm on meds, but they've always worked before.
I've had to wait a long time for my radiotherapy due to my referral for PB therapy. I know my tumour has grown back after resection and I'm scared it's got bigger than ever and invaded my bone. I emailed my hospital contact 2 days ago but she hasn't replied and I just don't have the energy to hold a phone conversation. I don't really know what she could say anyway, it is what it is and words won't change anything. I guess I'm just in limbo. By the time my radiotherapy and chemo start I'll have waited 15 weeks since surgery and it's dragged. I know it was better to wait and have Proton Beam therapy because I have less likelihood of damage that will reduce my quality of life, but I'm just counting the days until I can get to the next step of treatment and hopefully be cured. I've been very positive and accepting of it all, but now I've just run out of juice. I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself (when I was last at the hospital I was talking to the dad of a 3 year old with a brain tumour. That gave me some perspective!) but I needed to just tell people who understand. We all know how that can help.