Growing up it was not OK to be sick or hurt. In fact I was usually punished severely -(locked in closets, further abuse) I mean we were very poor and if my parents lost time from work and/or took me to the doctor it would risk a secret being exposed. So I grew up taking care of ME if sick or hurt. It was a safe way to survive. As an adult I rarely complain or lose time from work for illness. So this past week I had a lumpectomy and I am out of work for a week. Ugh....this is proving to be difficult for many reasons -work is my escape, like a mask covering my wounds (past) yet I'm pissed I can't even find the strength to reach out for something-I don't know what. I'm depressed-in the past 3 wks I have I have been diagnosed with cancer and had surgery. My therapist didn't even call and leave a message to see how I was-(yes a boundary issue I'm sure). I saw my mom today and stayed 10 minutes-there was nothing, no sympathy, nothing! I felt triggered -felt like that small child, sick, wanting to be held and taken care of. Part of me wants to text everyone I know and say help-I'm depressed-but that shows how weak I am. I mean I survived sexual abuse, physical abuse and emotional abuse-I can survive cancer.....right?