Maybe just hoping to know if anyone else has experienced something like this or perhaps spread awareness.
Iāll likely go into some details because this is deeply affecting my mental health, and my everyday living.
Back July 2nd, I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer (s2) , though PCOS in 2019. In the beginning of this month, I was moving into my new loft apartment because where I was living ended up being extremely dangerous - roommates I had were threatening my cats and I so we set out to leave before my given date. In the time before leaving when things got bad I wasnāt taking care of myself out of fear in leaving my cats/my room. The guy I was seeing had helped me plan the move.
The morning of the day to be moving some big stuff but not at all, I get a call from my clinic telling me that Iām pregnant - 12 weeks estimated. I told the guy, he took it well and we continued on with the moving. I ended up moving everything that night due to safety reasons. Through the previous weeks, he had a hunch but all my tests were negative and I landed on the thought that my symptoms were getting bad because I wasnāt eating or sleeping + fight or flight. A hysterectomy is pre booked for March, from early September- but I learned that progesterone is one of the leading hormones to prevent reproductive cancer - like a pause on development. I just went to get some routine blood work a few days prior as follow up from a treatment i had.
Now, Iāve miscarried before and was unaware, and doctors seemed to think it would be dangerous for me to carry upon the unlikelihood of conceiving - so I booked an abortion for October 3rd to prevent more health issues. I really didnāt want to, but I know had to.
On the 1st of October in my new place, I woke up with severe pain- heavy bleeding, all pregnancy symptoms hit me like a truck. I called him, telling him something was wrong, and he rushed me to the ER. severity - hemorrhaging and early stage prolapse of the uterus. The fetus resolved almost instantly upon my arrival. I was there for just over 2 days and had a friend with the cats. The guy I was seeing got me an uber home, and decided to take a step back from the situation and me entirely.
During my initial recovery and continuous visits to the clinic, they determined resolve and I was gaining mobility . The weirdest part was feeling this inside me, understanding and learning, and suddenly nothing. The choice had been stripped from me completely, and I had lost the man I thought i was falling in love with in the process - whole other issue in my mind.
Iāve been struggling. I started drinking frequently, sleeping around, working more, completely running myself into the ground whilst almost feeling no emotion or regard for my wellbeing. I am stuck.
I am writing this now, because I think Iām pregnant again. I have an appointment booked for Thursday, symptoms are arising, and I have continuously showed undetermined at home tests for years of worries. I slept with someone I know, for the two days of first ovulation. Days later, his sister unfortunately passed away so heās been very busy and avoiding socials though he did reach out kindly to me to check in. He is kind, but I worry he will leave too.
Iām eager for my appointment, Iām scared and ashamed. I know my period can be late, but this feeling is too close to familiarity now. When I didnāt know I was pregnant, my one cat started to sleep on the pillow next to my head which was unlike him but I loved it dearly, he stopped when we moved but as of a week ago now he insists that I roll over. The sleepless nights, the increased appetite, migraines, frequent urinating - These symptoms were gone for only a few weeks but itās all the same as when I didnāt even know.
I feel so fucked in the head. I have no chances, even if I can carry - itās not safe. If iām not even pregnant, how do I move on ? how do i stop the feeling that iām constantly missing something ? everything is peaceful now, though my mind has turned into chaos. if i am pregnant, how do i process this at all ?
what the fuck is happening and what the fuck happened ?
iām tired. i miss him. i wish it was different. i wish i was different. i want to hate him but i miss him more. i want to have a child but i donāt want to die in the process. i am so awfully tired.