Lymphoma

I literally hate myself. I hate my body. I hate my messed up mind. I hate the pain I feel every day. I wish I didn't exist. I feel like a burden to my husband. (He is the best husband ever...seriously). I feel lonely. I have no friends, not one. Acquaintances yes, friends, no. I have no one to talk to except my husband and I refuse to burden him with my messed up, crazy feelings. I feel therapy is a waste of time and energy. My best friend, my cat, is dying of intestinal lymphoma. I am in constant pain in my back and hip. How pathetic do I sound. Anyway, sorry to bother. #MajorDepressiveDisorder #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder

Hi, my name is MAGGIE1954. I'm here because

#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #Grief I have Lymphoma and learned I have a synovial cyst in my spine l4&5

He contacted me again this time sent me many different videos and told me how much he hates me. I’m so sick of this my ex rapist continues to stalk online social media after 3 years I reported him to the police 👮‍♀️ a few months ago and looks like I have to go again. All I want is to move on with my life and have something go right which it really hasn’t for the last 10 years. #hodgins lymphoma survivor #RapeSurvivors

Hi, my name is WonderWoman_1973. I'm here because I want to be able to not only share my own experiences with others, but also learn about others' experiences by asking lots of questions and comparing experiences to learn more! Support from a community of people who have things in common with one's self can be one of the greatest "physicians."

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#Antiphospholipid Syndrome
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#lymphoma survivor#multi

My husband of 41 years was just diagnosed with lymphoma and we are both dealing with the treatment and the ups and downs of cancer. Depression, dealing with insurance and hospitalization are taking it's toll ! We need support and help

It is sinking in that my therapist has cancer and I may not see him again. When he told me I was in a crowded airport. He tried to get me to call back but I asked him what was going on. I was shocked and he said he was sorry I had to find out this way. I remember a few years ago I said half-jokingly "what will I do when you die?" and he said, "hopefully you will be better by then?". I tried to just be respectful and supportive. He said he would know in a month or two if he was working again, and if he did it would have to be tele health only. He said he had a list of long-term clients that he would touch base in a month. I mostly just want to know how he is doing. I told him that I would be thinking of him.

My husband understands how important he was and that I am still fragile. He encouraged me to meet with people and get to know someone, in case I need more support or get triggered while my therapist is battling cancer. He understands that it can sometimes be hard to find a good fit. I thought he was right. My therapist was supposed to email me a referral of someone to speak with if needed but he did not get to it. So today I called to make an appointment with a new therapist, and I almost started crying. I know that I can adjust to a new therapist, but this is a loss. I liked him a lot and he saw me through some tough times. His boundaries were always good, but he shared more information than many other therapists would. He was smart, progressive, warm and funny.

In other relationships, you could ask if you could help. or talk to other people who also care about this person. He has non-Hodgkins's lymphoma that has spread throughout his body. He said it was aggressive but treatable, he said he had a 60% chance of survival. I was calm but I thought to myself, those are not the best odds. So, he may or may not work again depending on how he responds to treatment. I know he has adult children that live in town. The only thing I can do is continue to take care of myself and accept the grief that comes from no longer having this person in my life. I can be grateful that I had such a good therapist for so long, on and off for over 20 years. I will miss seeing him.

Yesterday I got a phone call from my therapist of 20 years. He told me that he had non-Hodgkins's lymphoma and that it had spread throughout his body. He won't be working for the at least the next month and maybe longer. He sounded optimistic and positive. I am sad for him. He is such a kind compassionate man, and he just had his first two grandchildren. I am sad for myself because I will miss him. It makes me sad that I won't know what is going on with him and that I can't be helpful. That it is now this abrupt goodbye. He said he will give me and update in a month as to whether he will be working again. If he does it will be telehealth only. I am not a friend or a family member, so it is not appropriate or even helpful to do anything more than tell him I will be thinking of him. I am an anxious person, so I've worried about him before. I don't feel anxious now, just very sad.