Yesterday when I met with one of the PA’s at my oncologists office, I told her about how tired I was last week after my treatment and that I am starting to have muscle weakness, pain in both of my legs, and difficulty walking, and so she explained to me that this may be due to the fatigue but they are going to keep a close eye on it and I am supposed to call if it gets any worse before Tuesday. She also told me that the fatigue is cumulative and that I’m probably going to get more tired. Today when I woke up I felt so tired even though I slept really well and of course I woke up in pain.
I decided to take a shower and while in the shower I just started crying as I was washing my hair. This is going to sound really weird, but I am frustrated with still having the majority of my hair. I know that some people keep their hair during chemo but it makes me uncomfortable that I still have mine, especially when all of the chemo medications that I get are supposed to cause total hair loss. My hair has only thinned to about half of the thickness it used to be. Also brushing my hair causes me pain because I have tendonitis in my hand and the hair that does fall out makes my hair really tangled. (Hopefully this weekend we are going to either straighten my hair or shave it)
When I got out of the shower I sat on my bed and continued to cry for maybe about half an hour because I realized that I am just going to start feeling worse. And that made me really upset because I hate pitying myself and that’s what I felt like I was doing. But I also hate that I no loner have the energy or the strength to run or really do any exercise, so I no longer have that outlet.
I also had a doctor’s appointment to day with a physical medicine and rehabilitation specialist which was beyond infuriating. I’ve talked before about how I have chronic joint pain since kindergarten and I have seen many since then about it. None of them have come up with an answer of why. I saw this specific doctor about 3 weeks ago and he did an exam, said he had no idea what it could be, and sent me for blood work. One of my friends has a condition called Elhers-Danlos Syndrome and she had told me before that I should ask my PCP about it, so I decided that I would ask him if that could be my problem. He immediately shut that thought down and was like yeah your flexible but that’s probably not it. So I did the blood work and I saw him again today. He went over my results and my vitamin D is low and and sedimentation rate is high. Vitamin D deficiency can cause pain in the joints and he wants me to take a supplement for that believing that it will solve my pain problem. Then he brought up Elhers-Danlos again saying that the only way for him to diagnose me with a skin biopsy and genetic testing. He asked me how much did I want to pursue that because he really didn’t think that it was worth it. I told him that I am tired of not having an answer. Then he asked me about how I’m holding up mentally with having cancer. I just shrugged. I honestly just wanted to leave because it just seemed like he wasn’t willing/had no intentions to actually try to figure out why I have joint pain. He then wanted to tell me that I’m strong and going to get through this and the importance of going into remission blah blah blah…and at that point I didn’t care what he said I just wanted to leave. He finally ended with asking if I had any questions and telling me to come back after I am in remission. I said okay but I have no intentions of going back when I am in remission. So after I left I walked to the lobby of the hospital (his office is in the medical building next to the hospital) to wait for my mom to get off work (she works at the hospital) and I cried. When my mom got off she asked me how I was and I told her I didn’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t want to do treatment and I just wanted to be done with doctors for a while. I told her about what happened at the appointment and that I’m tired of not having a reason of why I’m in pain. I just want a doctor that is actually going to put in an effort instead of telling me to lose weight or take Vitamin d and come up with a diagnosis.
I guess today I realized just how unhappy I am. I thought that my depression was at bay but it’s not, I’ve just done a really good job of suppressing it. I wouldn’t say that earlier I was suicidal but if a car was coming at me, I’m not sure I would move out of the way. For me that feeling sucks because I’m like I’ve come so far and now I’m just getting depressed again.
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