Finally Friday … The Longest Week Ever!

This has felt like the longest week ever. TGIF!! I haven’t said that in awhile. I’m still in pain but it’s not as bad as last night. My mom told me to take a sick day but I felt obligated to go in and finish the project I was working on. Deadline is end of day today. I thought I’d be able to leave early and finish it over the weekend. Well no such luck. Got an email from my boss saying that he needed it tonight and Monday was too late. Are you kidding me?!?! There was no meeting scheduled for Saturday morning! Ugh. I could feel the frustration starting again. I let him know that my back pain had gotten much worse and that I could not work late so would not be able to get it finished tonight. His response was only to let him know what still needed to be done and he would finish it. There was no concern or acknowledgement of the pain I was in. Just a simple “sorry to hear you’re not feeling well” would have sufficed. It was the fact that he didn’t even acknowledge it that was upsetting! I could feel the frustration building … I’ve now passed 5 and am getting closer to 10. SIGH. I go for a short walk, grab some lunch and head back to my desk. The abdominal/back pain has not subsided. I make an appointment with my GP for Tuesday. If it gets worse I can always go to the walk in they have in the afternoon. 

My coworker is frustrated as well and starts venting, I listen and then share my frustration with her. All of a sudden I’m crying. What is happening?! I have never in 20 years, cried at work!! “Get it together” I tell myself. A minute later I’m fine but clearly I am overwhelmed again, something I’m not used to. Part of it is the fact that my eating and exercise all went out the window this week. Something I cannot afford. Oh and let’s not forget that I’ve been working all day while in pain. I will NOT be doing this again. I’m going to talk to my oncologist and HR and then figure something out. 

I continue working madly, trying to get everything done. My coworkers have now both left. It’s after 5pm and I am still working. Now my thoughts have turned into ‘I hate my job, I want to quit, this is not how life is supposed to be … At least not my life!’. Finally at 6:30 I send my boss an email with what I’ve completed and leave the rest for him to finish. I got most of it done but there was still a bit left to do (which he apparently needed completed that night). 

Home sweet home. My week from hell is finally over. All I want to do is NOTHING, turn my brain off and relax. I get my heating pad (for my back) and find a movie to watch. Beyond the mental and physical exhaustion, my entire left side and abdomen are in pain. Monday may have to be a sick day. 

No one prepared me for how rough it would be at times even after treatment was over. Like everyone else, I thought after completing treatment I’d be back to normal. Definitely not the case but I did make through the week and the weekend is here!! 

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It’s only Tuesday?!

I hear Adele’s voice in the background … Love her! Oh crap it’s my alarm! It’s 6:45am, I need to get up, get ready and get to work. Maybe I need to change that song to something less soothing in the morning. Shower, change, hair, makeup, mini breakfast (otherwise I feel horrible) and 8am I’m out the door! Catch the train downtown and 30 minutes later I’m at Union station. I then walk for 15 minutes in the underground PATH with tons of other people, and am in the office just after 9am. The ‘month before diagnosis’ routine … Hit snooze several times, finally get up at around 8am, rush and get ready, leave at 8:45 on an empty stomach. Hop on the subway and get into the office by 9:30. Funny how things have changed for the better! 

Monday I worked from home so I got up at 8:30, made my tea and logged on. It was a steady work day, not too busy but busy enough. I worked 8 hours and logged off. All good. Now comes Day 2 of my first full time week. I am helping with a project that my boss is working on. It’s been going okay but I’m not able to work as fast as before. I’ve been away for over 2 years and I still have issues with my memory and concentration. I get an email from my boss saying he needs part of this by the end of the day. Wait, what?! Now I’m scrambling trying to work as fast as I can, but not too fast as I don’t want to make any mistakes! I’m looking at 10,000 rows of data, data that needs to be amalgamated, cleaned up, manipulated and then put into a prettier format where the data that needs to be seen is seen. Formulas, pivot tables, analysis, all of it feels overwhelming as my mental acuity is not 100% right now and let’s not forget that I haven’t done any of this stuff in soooo long. Who’s gonna remember?! Needless to say I didn’t get everything done by 5pm so I stayed until 6:30pm. My back, neck and shoulder (surgery side) are now in a lot of pain, pain that started when I returned to work, pain that has me back in physiotherapy and has my body saying “why are you doing this to me?? I’ve been through so much trauma already and I’m still recovering. You were helping me heal and I was getting stronger but today you went too far. Remember I am still not 100%. I am not ready for this, I need more time. We made it through today but I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.” Walking to union station I thought, “I’m exhausted and now the pain is shooting down my arm. When will this week be over, is it Friday yet? Omg it’s only Tuesday!!! Ugh.”

Wednesday and Thursday, were more of the same. It’s now 7pm and I’m on my way home. Fortunately I drove to work today. I should not be leaving the office this late, especially my first full week!! Next thing I know I’m in tears. I don’t know what happened. I guess the feeling of frustration, exhaustion, pain and stress became too much. I was so on edge that the littlest disappointment at the end of the day pushed me over that invisible cliff. I took a deep breath, put on my music and felt a little better by the time I got to my Mom’s. Thank God for my mother, she can drive me a little crazy but I love her and don’t know what I would do without her right now. She still cooks most nights for herself, my dad, my baby brother and now ME. Days I’m in the office, I’m way too exhausted to do anything when I get home so I usually go straight to my parents house. Today after dinner I was in so much pain that my mom gave me short massage. Felt a little better and shortly after I went home. I’m so exhausted, all I can do at this point is change into my PJs and watch a little tv before bed. Lying on the sofa I can’t seem get comfortable. Now I’m also having pain in my lower back and abdomen. The pain is getting so bad it’s almost debilitating. Wtf is going on?! I need to take some Advil and go to bed. Thank god tomorrow is Friday!!

Back to the Concrete Jungle

During my 18 months of post treatment recovery, I’ve made a significant effort in trying to get my eating, sleeping and exercise on track. These things are important for everyone but for someone who’s been through breast cancer (or any cancer) they are paramount. After my first full time week back at work, my self care has gone to hell! 

After being off for 2 years and 2 months, I decided to return to work mid October, Wednesday October 14th to be exact. That was after the (Canadian) Thanksgiving long weekend. My case manager wanted me back the first week of October because my oncologist had said the month of October. I explained that I had a couple of appointments at the hospital that week so it only made logical sense that the week after would be better. The Disability group does not care and would like to see you back at work yesterday!! They agreed to let me start 1 week later but left my ‘return to full time’ start date the same which was November 30th. So now instead of being on a modified schedule for 8 weeks, it would be 7. I agreed thinking that I could easily extend that if necessary. Big mistake! Note to self – always remember to err on the side of more time, not less. 

The first month back was fine. It was actually great to be back and have some sense of normalcy again. Being home all the time can get depressing and frustrating. I was working 2-3 days a week and they were shorter days. After a few weeks I went up to 3 full days which was okay because I still had Tues/Thurs off. This gave me time to catch up on sleep, workout and do my groceries etc. I was feeling good, feeling healthy and definitely not stressed. This was giving me a chance to slowly adjust to working again. The other part that is a huge adjustment is the actual work I am doing. After being away from it for over 2 years, there is a lot I don’t remember! Along with that is the fact that my memory and focus are not 100%. It’s beyond frustrating so I have to keep reminding myself that it will simply take time and to be patient with myself. 

At this point I was a few weeks away from my full time start date. I went to my doctor and physiotherapist as I had been having back pain since returning to work. Any pain after breast cancer (or any cancer) is scary because you start to worry that maybe the cancer is back. So even though we were pretty sure it wasn’t I had to have a back X-ray to be 100% sure … After a couple of stressful days of waiting the results came back clear. SIGH. RELIEF. Well now we have confirmed that the back pain was due to sitting and working on a computer all day. My body has been through a lot and it is going to take longer than 7 weeks to physically adjust. I got a letter from both my doctor and physiotherapist stating that I should stay on a 3-4 day schedule for an additional month. Because I didn’t provide clinical notes, treatment plan or diagnostics they didn’t approve my extension. Really?! Didn’t know that my case manager was a medical professional who would know what was best for me. Ugh! 

I could have gone back to physiotherapist and gotten the detail she wanted but it was now the end of November already. I thought I’ll have to end up doing a full time week anyways because the approval process takes at least 1 week. By that time it will be a couple of weeks before Christmas and then the last 2 weeks are short weeks anyways … not to mention that I’d like to get my full pay again. I figured I could manage, told myself ‘I can do this, it will be fine’. WRONG! Enter the week from hell!!