Controlled Anger and the Stages of Grief

You know Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's Five Stages of Grief? Well, I think I'm going through them. The stages are, in no particular order: denial, depression, anger, bargaining and acceptance. I feel like I'm losing control - that the cancer is doing what it will and even though I'm trying to do whatever I can, it feels like it's not making a difference.

I was still pretty sad and depressed yesterday, although I did get out there and attended a couple of social events. I had to force myself to go because I knew it would be good for me and it was. Last night, though, I still felt sad and a sense of despair was there. This was because 1) yesterday, I found some more nodules of skin mets in the area under my implant that I didn't know was there; 2) my big toe still protests getting into shoes (I injured my big left toe in a softball game a month ago) and I found that when I do try to run fast and then stop, I can feel it, so then I don't feel like I should run as hard playing softball so then I can't play as well as I know I can; and 3) even though it only got to 75 yesterday, I felt SOO hot. It was kinda crappy how quickly hot and uncomfortable I felt. I've noticed since I've been on Xeloda and Tykerb, that when I do get hot enough to sweat, my sweat feels prickly - like a bunch of little needles. So, I cried during the game. I just feel frustrated and have this feeling of "when is it going to end?" Also, I think the skin under the implant is already feeling the effects of radiation - it felt a bit like a sunburn on Saturday. Sigh.

I did some bargaining with Scott late last week . . . I told him that I like his support to get me over this hump, then I would try not to bother him as much any more. I don't think I ever felt in denial - it was more like a "why can't I get a break from all this crap?"

Anyway, this morning, I felt like I should color the mandala. I don't particularly like this month's MOTM (www.maiahcreations.com/MOTM/) because it seemed kinda sloppy and was asymmetrical. I didn't feel like coloring it. See the June Mandala. Then, I decided that I could add to it and make it symmetrical. Then, I decided to color it in angry colors. Since I started coloring it, I'm beginning to work up a full head of steam of anger.



I am angry at finding more skin mets.
I am angry that the weather isn't nicer and it's cool (about 60) and cloudy.
I am angry that I'm not able to play softball like I want to.
I am angry that I can't live a "normal" life like my friends and colleagues.
I am angry that I have to go to radiation everyday.
I am angry that I don't have a partner.
I am angry that I've been so wrapped up in what I'm feeling that I've ignored my son and haven't had energy for him.
I am angry because I've lost so much: my breasts and eventually one of the implants, time, my big toe nail, a sense of a normal life, a partner, control over the cancer.
I am angry because of the daily reminders that I do have cancer: radiation treatments, having to change the dressings over the open wound at least twice daily and also because the dressings begin to leak from the fluid.
I am angry that when we go to the coast for a few days next month that I won't be able to go into the hot tub and when it's hot this summer, I won't be able to go into my friend's pool because of the open skin wound.
I am angry that I can't be in the sun as much as I want to.
I am angry that my face still breaks out (although it isn't as bad as it was in March).
I am angry that I have to fight this shit every day.
I am angry that I've been crying so much lately.
I am angry because I have to talk myself into going to social events.
I am angry because I know of someone who died of cancer last week and I just feel so bad for her family (see the link to Jane's Life on the blogs that I read regularly).
I am angry because I believe that environmental contaminants, including everyday household items like mattresses, have contributed to my getting cancer.
I am angry because money I could be using to fix up my house or to travel and have fun is instead going to cancer treatments.
I am angry because a lot of people don't understand what I'm going through.
I AM ANGRY.

But you know what, it's a controlled anger. It's not the kind of anger where I want to yell and scream and throw things. It's a controlled, calculating kind of anger - a slow burn, if you will.

And, feeling angry feels better than feeling helpless and alone. I will post a picture of the mandala after I finish it.