A couple of weeks ago I had my second PET CT scan since adopting a ‘surveillance’ approach to my stage 4 cancer in January this year. I am now playing the long waiting game and am not due to see my consultant for another two weeks.
I have so many reservations about this, but I know deep down (or at least I think I do!) that if there were any hot spots coming up on my PET CT scan I would be called in earlier to see my oncologist. I’m now an outpatient, so currently not seeing my oncologist and his team nearly half as much as I have done in previous years. It feels strange to have let go of the stability of having the hospital on speed dial and trust that the people who have been keeping me alive for the past decade are still doing the right thing.
I almost feel abandoned now that my appointments are few and far between. It feels like trying to ride a bike without stabilisers for the first time without any instructions. The anxiety and fear around this will never leave me, but hope in time it’s easier to cope with. It’s become apparent to me that I am suffering from some PTSD, aka post-traumatic stress disorder since I found out I had stage 4 cancer.
I haven’t officially been diagnosed, but I think that most of people who have a cancer diagnosis must suffer from PTSD at some point; life changing events such as surgery and chemotherapy are bound to have an effect. Some of the side effects induced by particular treatments might lessen in time and become less severe, but even the diagnosis itself can be earth-shattering and seems like the perfect place for PTSD fester. I know I have suffered with this for a while, even prior to my Immunotherapy finishing. Thanks cancer for giving me something else to deal with!
I am still in disbelief that I am not on treatment right now. I’ve had trouble coming to terms with this, even though I hoped and prayed for it for years it doesn’t feel like I expected it to. It would seem that cancer is the gift that keeps on giving!
I’ve been open on honest on this blog about my struggles with anxiety and depression over the years, and have only come to recognise this fully more recently. I kept kidding myself that I should be grateful my cancer is treatable despite being stage 4. Living with cancer, palliative or not is one long nightmare!
Over the years I’ve noticed the increasing number of PTSD triggers I have that I can’t seem to control. I’m never going to forget I have melanoma; but some sights, smells and sounds remind me of the multiple hospital trips and specific events such as major operations. My mind is constantly taking me back to moments that will be etched on my memory forever more. Certain triggers cause me to suffer vivid flashbacks that are often deeply distressing and sad. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my diagnosis and the impact it has on my life.
There are so many misconceptions when it comes to PTSD. People reading this might suggest that I should move on and try to get over what has happened. But I’ve suffering from anxiety and depression around my illness for so long and having PTSD isn’t a choice. I can’t ‘just get over it’ when it impacts my life so much.
Back in 2010 when I got told I had brain and lung tumours I suffered emotionally in private, I wasn’t ‘out’ on social media like I am today. I deleted Facebook for almost a year and didn’t use any other social media platforms back then. Over time I’ve tried to stop feeling guilty about the way I feel as I know have been through a lot, it’s pointless and detrimental to me to pretend I haven’t and that its not been a struggle.
Talking about my situation helps immensity, but in the past I have often kept things quite from family and friends because in some ways only other people who have had cancer can fully understand. I don’t want to make others sad or reminded that they could be next, so for a long time I suffered in silence and put on a front.
Sadly a life with cancer doesn’t end when treatment ends. I can’t wait to gt my scan results out of the way and hopefully my PTSD symptoms will die down for a while and I’ll have some space to breathe.