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How I fell ill

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How I fell ill
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
Как я болела. Боль в костях после химиотерапии напоминала мне тлеющие угли - она вспыхивала в разных частях тела и невозможно было найти удобное положения.
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
How I fell ill
The diagnosis was unexpected. I feared the uncertainty, and my anxiety was growing.
The diagnosis was unexpected. I feared the uncertainty, and my anxiety was growing.
The illness pushed me to contemplating and re-assessing my life. The thoughts were multiplying and overwhelming my head.
The thin IV tube divided my life into a before and an after. That’s how the fight for recovery started.
Meals became a problem. I realized that nutrition was important, but I had no appetite. Even my favorite food seemed tasteless and made me nauseous.
The pain in my bones after chemotherapy felt like embers – it would burst out in different parts of the body and it was impossible to find a comfortable position.
I was tortured, just like many others, with the question “Why did it happen to me of all people?” A simple answer cannot be found. It is crucial to turn to religion not in search of a cure but to realize that a disease is a test. And it is a valuable part of life that teaches a lot and gives you the motivation to change inside.
Insomnia, nausea, tightness of the chest and headaches stepped up the mental tension.
Losing your hair is painless in itself, but it is very hard to accept emotionally. I was irritated to see the new “hairstyle” and a swollen face.
I could not focus on anything. I felt at times like a broken glass phial.
Many things that seemed important faded and became meaningless. However, great love appeared that strengthened me and gave me hope.
Even good results of the treatment are not a guarantee that the illness will not be back. But I always hope for the best.

Everyone knows the word “cancer,” and people are afraid of it, although they hardly know anything about this disease. When I was diagnosed with cancer, I, too, knew nothing about it, and I did not have the slightest idea of the road that I would have to travel: from fear for my life to hopes for a recovery.

 

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