MarryTheNight
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Hey everyone,
So I am completely new to this so bare with me.
I am 19yo and between that ages of 11 and 18 I have had cancer 3 times, the last being removed in a massive operation that left me being on a ventilator in an ICU for over a week. This was only about 2-3 months ago. Anyway I am completely fine now but mentally not so well.
For the past 3 or so years I have been disgusted in what I had, I can't even say the word cancer out loud and even typing it is so hard. I find I will be out in public and all of a sudden I'll smell something that instantly gives me flash backs of being in hospital and I often have to leave whatever I'm doing and go home to just break down and cry. I have missed so many days in school because of this. Also I hate when things like relay for life or daffodil day happen because I just cant stand to hear about it and it's like they're screaming it at me, it everywhere on the tv, at bus stops, everywhere.
Although I hate it so much I also can't stop thinking about it, I have about 4 massive scars at least 30cm on my body to remind me of it everyday. People ask me what I want to do with my life and I don't know how to respond because I can't think of doing anything because I'm sure its going to come back a fourth time and ruin everything again, maybe even kill me this time.
I guess I feel a bit emotionally numb as well, like for no reason at all I'll just be really bitchy and mean to my family and my mum says to me "don't you feel bad for acting this way"? and I think to myself, I know what I'm doing is wrong and mean but I really just feel nothing at all. I know its ridiculous but I find myself treating my mum really badly because even though I know its not her fault at all, I blame her for giving birth to me so I'v had to live through this shit.
I hear about little kids who die from this and I'v made friends with other sufferers who I all of a sudden realize they haven't replied to my message is because they have died.
I know I should be grateful to be alive, and I am, but sometimes I really wish my life could of gone to a little girl named Ruby who I met in hospital who was the most beautiful little thing and so full of life, and who's life was stolen. I don't know why I survived but half the time I really wished I didn't.
Thanks everyone for your thoughts, appreciate it xo
So I am completely new to this so bare with me.
I am 19yo and between that ages of 11 and 18 I have had cancer 3 times, the last being removed in a massive operation that left me being on a ventilator in an ICU for over a week. This was only about 2-3 months ago. Anyway I am completely fine now but mentally not so well.
For the past 3 or so years I have been disgusted in what I had, I can't even say the word cancer out loud and even typing it is so hard. I find I will be out in public and all of a sudden I'll smell something that instantly gives me flash backs of being in hospital and I often have to leave whatever I'm doing and go home to just break down and cry. I have missed so many days in school because of this. Also I hate when things like relay for life or daffodil day happen because I just cant stand to hear about it and it's like they're screaming it at me, it everywhere on the tv, at bus stops, everywhere.
Although I hate it so much I also can't stop thinking about it, I have about 4 massive scars at least 30cm on my body to remind me of it everyday. People ask me what I want to do with my life and I don't know how to respond because I can't think of doing anything because I'm sure its going to come back a fourth time and ruin everything again, maybe even kill me this time.
I guess I feel a bit emotionally numb as well, like for no reason at all I'll just be really bitchy and mean to my family and my mum says to me "don't you feel bad for acting this way"? and I think to myself, I know what I'm doing is wrong and mean but I really just feel nothing at all. I know its ridiculous but I find myself treating my mum really badly because even though I know its not her fault at all, I blame her for giving birth to me so I'v had to live through this shit.
I hear about little kids who die from this and I'v made friends with other sufferers who I all of a sudden realize they haven't replied to my message is because they have died.
I know I should be grateful to be alive, and I am, but sometimes I really wish my life could of gone to a little girl named Ruby who I met in hospital who was the most beautiful little thing and so full of life, and who's life was stolen. I don't know why I survived but half the time I really wished I didn't.
Thanks everyone for your thoughts, appreciate it xo