The word "stress" does not even begin to describe what I've been experiencing the past few weeks. Between still reeling from our cancer experience, running around like crazy in order to take make-up classes at school during lunch breaks and early evenings from work, and deadlines for a final paper and final exam approaching, plus the non-stop stampeding of the toddler upstairs, I've been ready to blow my top any second.
Over the past two or three weeks I developed some scaly dry red patches under my nose and on my chin. I went to a dermatologist who decided it looked like a type of dermatitis triggered by...you guessed it, stress! She said "Have you been under a lot of stress recently?" My first reaction was just to laugh. Sometimes when there's nothing else left, that is all you can do. This morning, D went to a cardiologist for a chest pain he'd been having. After thoroughly checking his heart and lungs it turns out it's probably just...yep, stress.
The good news is that after busting my butt for the past few weeks, I've crossed most of my responsibilities off my list and this weekend all I need to do is make two tiny adjustments to my final paper and continue studying for my exam next Wednesday. I'm so prepared that I don't have to cram all weekend either. Our yoga teacher is out tomorrow but I think we're gonna hit up our back-up yoga spot. The best news of all? Our vacation is getting closer and closer.
I always knew 30 would be a big year for me...I just never imagined breast cancer would be the reason.
How I came to this blog
For as long as I can remember I had been so excited about my 30th birthday. It was going to be a big year for me, I could feel it. I had no idea a breast cancer diagnosis would turn out to be the reason. I was actually told I had "early breast cancer" at 29, about three weeks before my 30th birthday. What I had is called Ductal Carcinoma In Situ (DCIS), which is also considered "stage 0 breast cancer." While it was caught at the earliest possible stage, and my life was never in immediate danger, I still had to undergo mastectomy, including lymph node removal, and reconstruction. My birthday came and went a couple weeks before my mastectomy. More than once I looked down at the "F 30" on my hospital bracelet and wondered, "where did my 30th birthday go?" This will definitely be an interesting year.