Three years ago I was going through chemo. That comes to mind still very vividly and when it does all I can think of is "what if it comes back?" As soon as that thought crosses my mind its very hard to not relive everything that happened. It's really frightening and overwhelming when it happens because in that moment I am back in the infusion room, laying in bed feeling like my life was just not ever going to be the same. A year ago I spent some time talking to a counselor about this and some other things. One of the things I was told was that these flashbacks are not out of the ordinary for someone with PTSD.
When I heard that I actually didn't know what to think. And it has taken me a year to completely be able to accept that I do have PTSD. I felt that something like this was too big for what I had gone through. In my mind PTSD was associated with what soldiers have to deal with after going to war. They made such large sacrifices and I sat in a chair with an IV in my port. A year later though, I actually find some comfort in know there is a reason I can't push the fear away all the time and the memories are so incredibly vivid.
I know I don't have it as bad as so many others who have gone through all of this. But I also know that it is often hard to accept. And it isn't something I think is talked about that much. I had a moment hit me recently and I was just standing in the bathroom swishing Listerine and suddenly all I could think about was how I couldn't use it during treatment and the next thing I know, it all came flooding back! I started to freak out and breath hard and cry uncontrollably! I was back in the hospital and then the infusion room and everything seemed to come back all in a few seconds! Thankfully I was able to turn to a friend who just let me talk until I calmed down.
The odd thing is, I can talk about what I went through with a complete stranger and have absolutely no reaction. But when I'm alone the most random thing seems to trigger these moments. They aren't often, thank goodness, but I think its something we need to talk about more so these moments maybe won't be so scary knowing others are going through it too.
After 15 years of trying to finish my undergrad, I spent the week before finals in and out of the ER. During finals I was diagnosed with Endometrial Cancer. I graduated Magna Cum Laude the next weekend from Western Michigan University. I am now blogging about my experiences of fighting cancer & living life after in hopes of being able to help others.
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