FiMunro

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Feeling Broken…Remaining Strong

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Today marks four weeks since my operation and, aside from three nights of inhumane pain at home (and a miraculous trip to see Nina Conti  – it still baffles me how I managed it!), I have been in hospital since 6th May and it’s become the most challenging part of my journey.

I try my hardest to remind myself how far I’ve come. I was in a high dependency unit just four short weeks ago. I couldn’t sit up. I couldn’t wash myself. I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t eat. I’ve been to hell and back again countless times. Each day I’m physically improving but it doesn’t make an ounce of difference to my emotional recovery. Emotionally I am broken.

I feel caged and isolated; separated from a world I was so familiar with. I watch as everyone’s lives continue whilst mine stands still. I struggle with tasks I took for granted just weeks ago. I no longer know the body I find myself with. For the first time in my journey I see a cancer patient looking at me from inside the mirror. Her eyes are sunken, her skin grey. She has fluffy dark hair. Her bones stick out at all angels. Her legs are the size and shape of a child’s because she has lost the muscle acquired from years of running. Her body is marked with too many scars to count. Her arms and legs black and blue from daily blood tests, injections and cannula sites. There is no sparkle in her eyes, no smile on her face. She is a stranger. I don’t want to know her. She is not welcome. She is sick. She is vulnerable. She has stage four cancer. She is not who I am.

Each day there are improvements of course. I have come miles physically. I know this in my heart and I try to reflect on it, but my spirit remains crushed. I cry. I sit and I sob, not caring who sees or hears. I sob for the loss of the life I had. I sob for the life the people closest to me have lost, knowing all too well how deeply my suffering affects them. I sob for others on their own cancer journeyy; both those I know and those I don’t. 

One of the hardest parts for me is the needles. I didn’t have an issue with needles before, I was a blood donor for many years, but now it’s a different story. My already delicate vines have been shrunken by chemotherapy. A venflon (the needle an IV drip runs through) should last 4 days. In me it lasts just one before the site swells and it needs to be removed. Replacing it takes several attempts, usually involving more than more person. As a result I require up to 5 needles going into my arms and hands each day just for my drip, on top of this I require twice daily blood tests. Again these take several attempts each time. Finally, I require daily anti-blood clotting injections in my thighs and I’ve also had a number of vaccinations as a result of my splenectomy. Adding this up, I’ve calculated that I’ve had over 250 needles in my arms and legs over the past four weeks.

My veins are swollen and raw. My skin varying shades of blues, purples and green. I find the sight of a member of my medical team coming towards me with their white tray of needles unbearable. Two days ago I broke down on the third attempt for a blood sample from my hands. I had tried for so long to remain strong but the emotional strain was now reflecting in physical pain. I was broken. 

Each day my spirit is lifting. The medical team understand how fiercely independent I was before my operation and support me to build my strength and confidence with little trips outside (more on this in a later post). They treat me as a person, not a patient. They laugh and joke and tease me, offering a  reminder that the person I know I am is still there, still slightly out of reach but closer with each passing day.

I underestimated how emotionally challenging I’d find this stage in my journey. Being in hospital for so long, relying on support, everything I do being constantly monitored and scrutinised by others is emotionally exhausting. I so desperately want home. I so desperately want my life back.

I remind myself I’ll get there. I remind myself how far I’ve come, that this is just a mountain I have to climb and that the view at the top will be worth it. In the meantime I remain brave and strong and broken.

Love and light to all those walking a cancer journey, whether their own or a loved ones.

Fi xxx

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Author: Fi Munro

I am a 31 year old woman diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer. I blog about my cancer journey and the importance of maintaining holistic physical, emotional and spiritual health. I also talk about the importance of eating the right food...a lot! Get in touch on twitter: @fkmunro

13 thoughts on “Feeling Broken…Remaining Strong

  1. You are a shining pink fairy light in amongst a street of plain lampposts
    Keep your faith in you xxxx

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  2. That’s beautiful. Thank you xxx

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  3. Stay strong Fi. Thinking of you xxx

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  4. My heart breaks for you. I’ve been where you are emotionally. (Certainly not physically though….you are Wonderwoman as far as I’m concerned!) As you know, there is nothing that can snap you out of this until you get better and you can see empirical evidence of your strength returning. You will run again, you will be physically strong again. I know you know it, but sometimes it is nice to see it in writing. We don’t know each other, but I think of you. I envision you running. I envision you thriving. ❤ ❤

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  5. Thank you Gail this is a beautiful comment. Your words spur me on. Much love to you xxx

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  6. You’ll have you life back! I wish this for you and know it will come:)

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  7. Although difficult to read, it’s important to know about … so that we can all have a little more insight into the journey of a cancer warrior. So thank you Fi for being determined to to share your journey … the good bits and the bloody awful … and I truly hope you can find inner strength and a way of getting through this living hell.

    Sending love and positivity in lorry loads to you and all your family. Xx

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  8. I am continually amazed by you Fi. You are broken, beaten, bruised but your beautiful spirit still shines through. Sending you healing hugs ❤️Xxx

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  9. You have already come so far, but I know exactly how you feel about the needles. There is nothing more excruciatingly painful than when you know that the vein has collapsed but the rooting around goes on. And yep, I wasn’t allowed to leave hospital until I had injected my abdomen myself with the Clexane anti-clotting injection. Beggars belief but what did I reward myself with when my treatment ended? A tattoo!!! It’s more pain(but nothing compared to what I have put up with) but it’s on my terms now. Just keep getting physically stronger and just keep crying…I cried buckets but it will help you heal mentally too in the long run as you will have it out of your system. Sending you lots of love and hugs…you can do this!! Xxx

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  10. Thank you carol for your words of strength 💖☺️ it’s a tough journey but I know it will make me rather than break me – it will just take time.xxx

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  11. Fiona – found your amazing blog through Andrew Slorance’s – I’m 4 months out from a Stem Cell Transplant. You are some cookie!

    I hear you when you say you are emotionally broken. Perhaps we need to recognise that sometimes we just have to priorities our energy and for the past few weeks what energy you’ve had has been needed to get you through the physical tsunami. There may not have been capacity to also look after your emotional needs too. As your physical being recovers, even slightly, you will have more capacity to look after your emotional self. I’ve come to that junction now – its scaring me sh*****s but its the next step.

    Keep on keeping on and enjoy a wee bit of sunshine on your face whenever you can. xxx

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  12. Lovely to hear from you! How are you feeling 4 months after your treatment? I hear it can be quite brutal? Love xxx

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  13. It’s hellish but somehow you plough thru it. Reaching a physically better place now so need to put energy into sorting my head out over the coming weeks.

    It’s sad but true that the docs pretty much kill you off in order to help you in the long-term !!!!!!!

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