Yes, blah. I feel blah. My hormones are running amok. It’s also humid outside and my breast hurts. Generally speaking, I feel like crap, I don’t feel well, and today damn it all, I feel like crying. So I might.
Mondays mean I have to figure out another way to survive the work week. My job is stressful, and I can’t escape the mistrust I feel towards what I feel I am going through in the workplace.
A friend I know has parents who own a business. When their administrative person was diagnosed with breast cancer they in essence gave her almost a year off to get through her disease and heal. Unfortunately people like that are the exception and not the rule. And for them to do that for an admin was amazing.
Weekends I am buoyed with the support and love of my friends, family, and sweet man. That helps so much. If only the Monday through Friday of it all would even out.
I am discovering that dealing with aspects of life around breast cancer is more difficult than dealing with the cancer.
Not trying to be a sad sack, but the 411 in reality is that I did not ask for this disease to visit me. It sucks, it happened, and I am trying to navigate my way through it.
But I do think that people are sexist when it comes to disease. Men, oh if men have something, it’s yeah team, rally round the bully boy. Not so much for women.
Griping over and I will now get on with my day.