kpjpmom wrote:Sweet Bev,
I am so sorry that you are having so much stress in your life! I have had panic attacks since my first diagnosis in 2011. I had never had one until the day I was told I had cancer. Then when I was diagnosed one month later with kidney cancer, they began to happen every day. I had to go on Lexapro and clonazepam(sp). That helped me and I also went to a psychologist for counseling. It was a long process, but they began to subside. That is what helped me. Now if I feel one coming on, I take a clonazepam. I rarely have to take one now. I continue to take Lexapro every day. At first, I berated myself for having to take medication. I was raised that you just "pull up your bootstraps". I found I had nothing left to pull up with after both diagnosis, surgeries, and chemo. I am sorry this is so long. I just feel a kinship with you and all you are going through. I will continue to pray for you.
Big Hugs,
KPJPMOM
Hi KPJPMom,
Well,thank you for your very sweet reply. I never went on Lexapro until about 5 years before my diagnosis, and the shrink said I should have been on it for decades (probably since my 3 month birthday, the way I see it! LOL). It helped very much. I had also had a life long really severe anxiety disorder. It completely went away the day I was diagnosed with stage IV cancer; I am so backwards. My brother said it was like I had been waiting my whole life for the "other shoe" to drop, and finally it had. I felt like that, too. Well...what else could happen now?!?? I have been, by and large, really mellow since diagnosis. Of course I don't mean every minute of every day, but pretty much I'm sort of like "bring it...", you know?? Well, I guess when the Universe brought Steve's cancer (BTW, I don't mean that for a millisecond!) it sort of has set me back mellowness wise.
I have known plenty of fear in my life, from the time my mother started beating me up as a very, very young child. Then a fair amount of other stuff. But nothing, ever like this. I've dealt well with quite a few things, but this is a whole new category and no body gave me a rule book for this. I have a great deal of faith and have a sense I will, in the long run, get through it, but I hate not knowing what the next couple of months are going to look like, feel like, taste like, if enough oxygen will remain in the air, if the sun will still come up every day...stuff like that.
In the meantime, somewhere around here I have several bottles of Xanax, and I may start taking it occasionally, even though I'm not a big fan. One thing I DO know, I'm really not sleeping at all, and that never helps.
Thank you again. I really appreciate it.
All the best to you!
Bev