Emotional aftermath following breast cancer treatment

The anastrozole and letrozole definitely made me feel as you described. I’m still not me but much closer without these drugs.

I began this post almost two years ago, because I felt like a little truth-telling would be good for me. People around me were acting like life was moving on (and on one hand, I was so glad for not being thought of as the woman with breast cancer), and yet I was still feeling so many emotions on the inside. I wanted my emotional equilibrium back (now, wondering what that ever looked like in the first place?), and I wasn't sure if it would ever return.

I am just over four years cancer free from TNBC. While my body looks normal on the outside, I am left with being physically "high maintenance" as my adult children call it. I can't take a lot of medications and I react to almost everything. We call me the "canary" in the mine. . .you know, when miners used to take a canary into the mines to make sure it was safe for them to be there (or to get out when the canary died)? The light-heartedness can help me adjust to my new normal, but then, at times, I can get a little weary of being the canary.

I've learned there are women who more seemingly move through this aftermath of breast cancer, and there are those who feel like they just do not recover. The jury is still out for me. For the most part, I have reentered my life, adjusted to the new normal, and dive in. I have fourteen grandchildren (almost fifteen), own my own business, and have a wonderful husband. I'm guessing, no one would ever know I still struggle emotionally from looking at me from the outside. Thing is, though, that my emotional topsy-turvy has me reacting to things differently than before. and I yearn for more stability in those emotions. I've seen a wonderful Christian psychologist a handful of times, but I left the office before my last scheduled appointment began. . . I just didn't want to talk about it anymore. I leveled with my medical provider about being down for the past two years, and she gave me a pep talk to exercise. . "It's summer!" and then walked off and waved saying (cheerfully, I might add), "Have a good day!" Um. . . let's just forget I had that experience. . . it's almost laughable, in fact, it is. Oh good grief. I have a master's in therapy and counseling. . . . I told myself that my provider did not and moved on.

There are times I grieve my old self - both physically and emotionally. . . my natural breasts are gone, along with all the sensation. Numbness replaced all that. My uterus and the remaining parts are all gone, too, due to a second cancer diagnosis after TNBC. Things are not the same as before, but I tell myself it's okay. There are just some days I don't fully receive that truth. And to that point of my provider with "go exercise! :D!" - it's not a lack of motivation, but it's deep aching on the inside that can sometimes stifle that highly driven woman I used to be. The new woman on the inside is tired, often. That can be hard to explain to another person. . . and then, the road is primed for guilt, shame, and sadness to follow because I find myself overweight and out of shape. But the good news is that I continue to TRY.

Our journeys are so individual . . . there is no real "right" or "wrong" way to do them. I think one of the best ways to help myself continue to learn how to walk this new journey is to give myself grace and time. Invest in the now. Give myself permission to have those times when things don't go as well as I'd hoped, or I didn't respond in the way I wanted to. Realize my emotional buttons are still a little more pronounced, and it doesn't take a lot to push them. Just BE OKAY, and let that be enough. I believe with my whole heart that God makes things beautiful in His timing . . . and daily, I learn to look to practice thankfulness and pray for my heart to heal from the trauma I experienced. And with time, I think it has. . .no, I know it has, and it continues to. Take a deep breath in and out. And then let God take the rest of it. I want my life to honor Him, and I want to honor those around me. Sometimes, that looks a little haphazard, I know, but if I want to be honest, things looked a little haphazard before BC. It's just now I understand more fully the value of this life and wanting to get it "right" more often than not. In the end, it is just about living life fully, and being okay in that fullness - whatever it now looks like.

My heart walks with all of you who have experienced this breast cancer journey. I'm trusting God to make something beautiful out of it for all of us. hugs 'n blessings to you all.

When I got my dx (Nov. '21) I threw myself into reading everything I could about BC, then as my dx became more specific after biopsy and genetic testing (TNBC BRCA2+) I refocused my efforts to learn everything I could about that specific type of BC and what I could anticipate as possible treatment and side effects. This armed me with information - which I felt empowered me. I didn't tell my husband until I knew my dx, so I did all testing and biopsies by myself. I didn't tell any family about my dx until the beginning of the year, just before I started chemo treatment and when I told them - it was to say this is what I have and this is the anticipated plan for treatment. As each new treatment was planned I researched so I knew what I might expect and how to be prepared in case I experienced side effects. I've since completed all treatment, except I now take Lynparza - which has some small side effects. I'll be on that until the end of the year. Everything I've read says taking this medicine is because of the BRCA2+ mutated gene. I still don't fully understand what it does to the gene and potential cancer cells, but I only have to take for one year, so half way there.

I do know that after all that intense focus to potential treatment, side effects then completing everything - I sort of feel lost sometimes. Like I'm in a waiting game for the next thing to occur. I retired so work no longer has my attention. I've been making myself a list of things I want to do and learn; I've also started walking and exercising. My Medicare plan provides me access to the "Silver Sneakers" exercise programs which I've found excellent in the variety of exercise types and when I can do them - some are on-demand (watch a video) others are live Zoom sessions - they range in time from 15 to 45 minutes. But it has been an effort to adjust and try to find a new "normal". But in the back of my mind I wonder if there will be a recurrence, TNBC has a higher rate of recurrence during the first 5 years - so I have 4 years to go.

I don't believe there is a "cure" for BC; but there is a way to immediately treat the disease and then there are steps to monitor. I think the semi-annual scans and lab work continue for 5 years post treatment (for my type of BC) because then recurrence rate decreases. But I don't think I'll never worry about having BC as even though recurrence rate minimizes it can always reappear somewhere else in my body. I doing what I can or what I've read "should" help; but sometimes I think it's a throw of the dice whether "IT" will return. But I try to not give it more power over my life than I want it to have. My bucket-list is more important.

Man have I rambled on - thank you for listening. It has been empowering to express myself to others to get it.

Hi friends. I'm not quite a year past diagnosis. July 31st will be one year anniversary of finding out "something" was wrong. I'll never forget it. About two and a half weeks later, I was a breast cancer patient. I had a double mastectomy in Oct. '23, redo surgery for clear margins in Nov., and reconstruction in March. I didn't have to go through chemo and chose not to do radiation, so that's a whole other set of traumas I didn't experience. I feel for those who did, my mother being one of them. It was hard to watch let alone go through, I imagine. However, post my last surgery, I was pretty far down the depression rabbit hole.

Medication might be an issue for some? Tamoxifen, I've read, has major side effects. I've read many on this site think their medications are affecting their moods. Some even started taking anti-depressants to combat it. However, there is also the fact we've all experienced this crazy trauma that changed our minds, bodies, and souls forever and became members of a club we never wanted to join...and that's a lot to process.

I found exercise and writing in a journal have helped me. Accepting who I am NOW has helped. Coming to this site has helped me immensely - being able to connect with people who truly understand this experience has been HUGE. And I'm focusing on getting good sleep. The meds cause hot flashes, so I sleep terribly some nights, but I'm trying different strategies to combat that. I find when I don't sleep well, I'm more of a mess.

One thing I'm giving myself some grace on -- getting cancer wasn't my fault. I actually needed to understand that, accept that and let it go. It happened to me. It totally sucks. I have to deal with it, probably, for the rest of my life. But I don't need to let it continue to take me down emotionally.

The day I got my diagnosis, I felt like my life got immediately shorter. And it may be true. It filled me with fear and sadness, so much so I started to shut down. I can't pinpoint what snapped me out of it, but one day I decided...I'm going to go live my life. I need to keep moving forward for me. (And should anyone here need a cheerleader along your path...I'm your girl.)

"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not come. We only have today. Let us begin." -- Mother Teresa

Holding you in my heart, BC sisters.

It is hard. No one but the people I "meet" here understand how hard this is, emotionally. I am 1.5 yrs past surgery, 1 yr since last treatment, 1 yr on anastrozole. Before bc, I was a stable, happy-go-lucky, non-worrier, optimistic, detailed and organized person. Now I am sensitive to everything, major worrier, emotions up and down depending on the day, can't focus or organize anything, forget everything, and pessimistic 50% of the time. I hate it all!! I wonder if the anastrozole causes any of this? Or is it all the bc experience and aftermath and uncertainty of my future? Whatever it is, it is all new to me and difficult to accept my new "personality". My husband, kids, friends, family ... all seem to have put it behind them, and don't even ask how I am anymore, just get a strange look on their face when I do something that "isn't like me" (overreact, forget something, etc). It is a very difficult and completely overwhelming experience.

I appreciate everyone here and the things that are shared. We can all help each other realize and understand that we are not alone, and we are not "crazy" for these new and foreign feelings. Stay strong, and take good care.

It’s comforting to know I’m not alone. I’m so mad at myself for letting this happen to my body. Hardest part is my 4 kids. I’m trying to let it go.
I’ve stopped taking my AI’s. I have tried 2 and the side effects devastated me which led to 4 more surgeries. So now I’m terrified to try the 3rd one it and terrified not to.
I can relate to the staying home. I was always on the go but now get panicky when I leave the house. I almost feel agoraphobic.
Blessings to you, we have to stay positive!

I thought it was only me. I finished treatment in October I just finished probably my last fat grafting for a double mastectomy July 1 st. I lost who I was. I was an ED nurse for years had 3 kids was always on the go now I stay home most of the time. I can’t remember a lot of nursing stuff or even basic stuff. I am extremely fatigued all the time and I don’t like myself at all. I can’t get back to where I was and I don’t know why.

Early in my BC fight, I was completely stressed out. I am a control freak by nature, and nothing about breast cancer felt like it was in my control. My fight/flight response was in overdrive. I didn't know how to turn it off, and maybe during that time it needed to be running on full-throttle to get me through it.

But it continued on after my last surgery when things were supposed to be behind me. I felt depressed, perhaps experiencing the loss of my old, intact self. People found it difficult to be around me, and it made me angry because I felt like they should understand what I was going through - now I realize they don't and probably never will unless they go through it themselves. My fuse was very short. I yelled at people, cried, withdrew. I obsessed about understanding what I need to eat, drink, do, not do - looking for what I did wrong - scouring medical journals, articles and even this group for answers. I worked briefly with a therapist and started journaling. Then one day recently it hit me. I'm wasting a lot of time and energy on things I can't control and can't change. I need to focus on what I can.

I have decided to live. Making a concerted effort to move forward and stop looking back. Do the best I can to be healthy and then [try to] stop worrying about everything else. Take care of me instead of everyone around me. Do things that bring me joy. Practice saying no. Control what I can control and let the rest go.

I am little overweight and need to strength train, so I joined an over 50 exercise group on Facebook and started exercising because that always brings me back to center. Started mediating and trying to focus on gratitude. Working on eating a healthy diet (but not stress about an indulgence here or there), drinking more water, and getting better sleep. Communicating what I need. Finding ways to manage my stress level and emotional responses to triggering events. (Walks in nature help with that.) Joining this group as been a blessing because I no longer feel like I'm alone in these feelings, and that has been a game changer for me.

I appreciate all of you and hold you all in my heart. Be well. Take care of you.

I’m waiting for my emotional roller coaster to stop! I feel your pain. Will I ever feel like I did before diagnosis and treatment? I feel like I didn’t soak up my “old” life while it was happening. I pine for it constantly. I’m frantic about doing things now. I feel like I might run out of time. It’s torture. I wake at night with disturbing thoughts. I dislike myself for getting this disease. The hardest part is seeing my husband and children worry!
Much love to you! I wish for you to feel better emotionally!

People forget about you quickly. It is a long journey. I was diagnosed in April 2023. Still dealing with associated medical issues. The mental anxiety is excruciating for me. It just goes on and on…
Prayers for all of us!