morning all. Im beginning to think Im losing my marbles, several times now I have woken up at 5 am, usually cos I need a wee or my op wounds are leaky/painful/burning and then the tears start rolling, I start obsessing about lack of outside contact, and generally feel like I cant face the coming day. Which is daft really, but there it is. I wonder if anyone else who has had breast cancer surgery also gets the feeling that they want their body back, not to have it covered in sticky dressings which are so awkward to fit on that the nurses have to heft you around? I am probably overthinking it, but its almost like I want to scream that I want some privacy, and to feel whole again, rather than feeling grubby and scabby and generally yuk. Im also grieving that despite coming over on Christmas day for lunch (when she got horrifically drunk) my daughter hasnt been over or rung me since, only contact has been to tick me off about a facebook post about something irrelevant. do other peoples families run away if it all gets too much. I recall that as my mums carer after her strok and vascular dementia I got to a point where I just wanted the stress of it all to end. sorry for the rant but Ive got the glums today. is this sense of glum something that will pass- its also difficult to be patient waiting for oncotype dx results to know if I face chemo.