Today was mammogram day, which also went smoothly. Because the morphea has deformed the left breast so much, the technician couldn't get a good view of the scars on the mammogram. Breast cancer often comes back in previous scar tissue so it's important to get a good view of my old scars. So they did an ultrasound of the scars, which was apparently quite difficult as the first scar is big and meanders a bit.
My CT scan is scheduled for next Friday and I get the results from all these scans on December 14.
We also had our physical exams with our family doctor on Tuesday. Both our cholesterol numbers are down to more acceptable levels so our diet (and Ian's pills) are working. Yay! My family doctor also asked how I was doing. I'm doing fine - well, better - and I told him that my psychologist and I had thought that volunteer work would be good for me and that I was thinking of looking for some volunteer work in the new year (depending on my test results, of course). My family doctor doesn't like the idea at all because he doesn't want me to get too stressed. I told him that understood that but that I was looking for meaning in my life.
His reply to that was that I should get meaning out of my relationship with Ian, that giving to other people is good but my relationships are the most important things I have. That's true, I guess, but afterwards I felt like I had traveled back in time to the 1950s and was being told to support my husband in his career.
I know that I need to be careful with doing volunteer work; I tend to have an all-or-nothing approach to things that can be overwhelming. And I know that while the cancer is one reason why I haven't been working these last six years, another reason - perhaps the main reason - I haven't been working is my struggle with depression. I guess you could say that I'm mentally ill. I know that I will never again be the person I was when I was working (and that's a good thing in many ways), but I'd like to think that I can aspire to more than making Ian happy and focusing on our relationship. It's frustrating to be told otherwise.
Yes, it's good to find meaning from supporting Ian but I agree with you, if you could find a (not so stressful) volunteer opportunity, it would be good.And we know what those studies say about depressed people finding 'joy' in helping others.So I guess it would depend.Whatever happens, hope you do what's best for you-no strain, but not feeling useless.
once again i agree with Thandi - i find meaning in volunteering and you might as well. helping others puts things into perspective somehow. your problems can maybe be compartmentalised a little better.
volunteering can literally be a hour or two a week, nothing too extensive.
i get what the doctor was saying, but that is hard to hear.
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