Feel free to tell people to f$%% off

Amen!  Funny how I feel so entitled to no longer keep my real feelings to myself!  Dont get me wrong, im not mean or rude but as far as BC goes and how it affects my life....i no longer hold back.

Haha I'm british and I say this a lot. My DH is as good as a chocolate teapot as well.

I tell friends and family how I feel, as they say " better out than in"



Alison

I was the most recent family member to have a diagnosis, they are not connected but all dif types but most have not faired well.

My mom, an uncle, an aunt, my BIL and my B.  My aunt is fighting it, my B, well he waited 5 years till he decided to be treated.

So me, I am early stage and the family thought I was overreacting and told me, you will be fine, see you later..

Flash forward 4 years, I am NED and my B, well he is waiting for a stem cell transplant and is on round 8 of chemo.  He thinks I should be the donor to him~~~

am I nuts? his family walked away when I said I was sick?  Now he wants my body parts?

I just got pissy with one of tje clinical trial coordinator s. He had the nerve to send me copies of a email he must have sent to his coordinator who said on her report that I was higher stage than 3 a

These people have minimal info on me. I had spoken to another coordinator while on chemo who said I was eligible

I am British and that made me laugh, nothing pisses anyone off more, than be told to piss off! 

 Fantastic, made me laugh so much. 

I'm actually pretty good at doing this already. People who know me know not to piss me off.

Sometimes I do say "Sorry? What part of "I HAVE BREAST CANCER" is about YOU?"

What I didn't realize, however, was how much I resent idiots taking up my precious time when it is not necessary.

I had a meltdown at the gym a few weeks ago. I got on the treadmill, turned on my iPad, and it said "No Cellular Connection". I got off, sat in a chair, found a ratty old Ladies Home Journal, and started to cry.

In the previous four days, I had spent nearly 18 hours on the phone with nine different  "technicians" who gave me wildly inaccurate reasons and excuses for my service not working. I patiently waited and followed their stupid directions over and over - all to no avail - until they all gave up.

I waited three hours for a tech who said he would call me back in 30 minutes. He never did. Finally, I called back, again, and someone got it to work and I thought all was solved. NOT!

When I got home from my meltdown, I realized that none of knows how much time we have left on this earth. It's not just a BC thing....my husband has severe kidney disease. Life is precious to both of us. Every minute of it!

So I decided I will no longer suffer fools needlessly.  NO MORE BS!!!! If you don't know what you're doing, don't waste my time. Find someone who does! (Oh, the cellular data issue was fixed in 20 minutes once I demanded to speak to a manager.)

A few days ago, I went to the hardware store to ask about ordering a new handle for a shed we had purchased there. The girl looked at  me like I had two heads. All I wanted to know was could she order a replacement part for me? Stupid me, I thought because she was at the "Customer Assistance" desk she could help me. Wrong! After a few inane comments, and her making several phone calls to other idiots, I asked for the store manager. 

I explained that since we had spent a great deal of money at this store, I'd wrongly assumed that we could expect at least the minimum customer service. But since that seemed to be too difficult, I would deal directly with the manufacturer of the shed, and in the future, would take all my business elsewhere.

BC just boils everything down to the bare necessities. I don't deal with other peoples' psychodramas (never have) and now, I won't deal with their ineptitude.

(This doesn't include someone who is learning to do something and is really trying to help me. I'm not THAT mean!!!!  )

By the way I go to England, Ireland and Northern Ireland a lot. (well before my diagnosis) nothing I love more than the words "piss off!!!'   LOL LOL

I am so freaking happy you people are as fed up as I am about people's inability to do their jobs, prevent their own foot in mouth episodes and fine ability to just piss me the hell off at any moment.



Been dealing with a well known company and their idiots. I have to try to schedule a third service visits. Yes, third. Long story. Been taking notes and am ready to let someone have it. Even the customer service rep who took my original complaint has dropped the ball. So disgusted.



If I hear one more person say, you hair looks nice! It's growing so fast! I may scream. Should I bother to ask if it used to look bad? Can they just let me try to have one day without reminding me about all the shit I've had to endure in the last year?!



I know there is so much more I need to let loose but I'm exhausted and that felt good.

Thank you crazy kitties, having to be "nice" and hold my tongue is really frustrating...

Hadley - you had your tonsils out as an ADULT?????? OMG!!!! Owwwwwww!!!! That's just pure torture. Had to have the same thing done. Big hugs to you!

Let 'er rip, Sisters!!!!

NO MORE BS!!!!! (And I'm NOT talking about Breast Surgeons here, altho' unfortunately, some of them may be included in this category.... )

Last September, I told an old friend I had breast cancer and what I would be going through. "Oh" she says. "Maybe we can get together next weekend." Never heard from her again. Buh BYE!!!!!! No big loss for me, Dearie.

Hadley....you crack me up when you say "I hate people."

I know exactly what you mean. I don't hate them, I just don't like them very much sometimes. And the ones I really like, I LOVE!!!!!

What's wrong with wanting my life to be happy and easy? I have some crap to go through. I'm dealing with it. All I'm asking is that no one makes things worse. How hard could that be?

Sweet dreams, everyone!!!!

I don' t know if you ladies will start throwing rocks at me but I work at a cancer center which provides my insurance so it's something that I can't really leave. I've tried to transfer to different departments but have had no success.

I work with people who just found out they have cancer or a recurrence, etc. Because of my personal history I have to say that it has made me more patient but at the same time its quite difficult. Yesterday I almost walked away from my job that supports my husband and children. THis lady was screaming at me, yelling at me because no one told her that her reports were in, no one told her her reports WERE in, she had spoken to 3 different nurses. I know she was yelling because she was angry, we've all been there and I tried to calm her down and reminding her that I was actually helping here. She told me YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, IM VERY SICK, I HAVE CANCER. I wish I could have told her ME TOO SO STOP SCREAMING AT ME!!! But I couldn't. I'm tired of being an emotional punching back at work. I try to leave work at work but it's so difficult.

I'm with you CrazyKitties!  Isn't it liberating to be able to tell someone to go pound Tar?!?!  I find I hold nothing back any longer in the way of rude and insensitive people.  

The way I see it....they have two choices on the Menu today.  They can either "LIKE" it, or "LOVE" it.  Other than that, get the hell outta' my way!  

"Happy Friday" everyone!   

I say no more pussy footing around people who treat us like SHIT.

A so called friend who is a teacher sent me a text saying. "my classroom helper's sister has found out she has BC but it's not as bad as yours. I have seen this woman at parents evening and she won't look at me, i wonder why.

I good friend of five yrs fell out with me because i didn''t agree with what she said. I was very hurt and thought what a bitch. Guess what she has been texting me after two yrs, well PISS OFF.

Hello Hadley and Blessings 2011....I can totally relate to both the Tonsils being removed (had them taken out at age 25....can you say "Ouch".  Would rather have gone through Labor pains again....and ironically, I did, almost one year later....LOL!

With respect to the Friend that blew you off....I had the same experience in June 2008.  It was right after my first Modified Radical Mastectomy was performed.  My then, "so called" Best Friend calls to advise me she just returned from her vacation on the Cape.

She asks how my Surgery went, yada, yada, yada....then says she would like to come and visit me in the upcoming week with Subs/Grinders that we used to enjoy.  She'll call me and make the arrangements.

You guessed it!  She NEVER CALLED.  So I waited about two weeks, gave her a call, received voice mail and left a message to call me back.  Nothing.  Come Christmas time I send her a card with a handwritten note.  Again, nothing.  January is both of our Birthdays.  Mine comes and goes....nothing.  I send her a card and another handwritten note.  Nothing.  

Really?!?!  Is this how Friendship is supposed to work?  I know I'm beyond perfect, however, I could never do to someone what she did to me.  But then again, I had my half-Sister blow me off once I called to tell her about my Breast Cancer.  

She does live in another State, however, last time I checked we still used to email and write each other.  Oh, well.  Hopefully KARMA doesn't come along and give them a huge punch in the face.

Because I'm sure it's gonna' hurt like HELL when it does!  Not that I wish it upon them....just sayin'.  I've also learned that God forbid someone ever comes to me and tells me they have Breast Cancer, that I don't offer unsolicited advise.

People somehow feel the need to display their imaginary "PHD".  What, did you get that online last night while I was sleeping?  All of a sudden, everyone knows your type of Cancer, what your outcome will or won't be.  Begin feeling the need to start comparing you to other people who have and/or had Cancer and that your outcome will be the same.  Like "Effin Really"?!?!

No word of a lie....I had someone compare me to Farrah Fawcett, Patrick Swayze and Ted Kennedy.  Mind you, they all had completely different Cancer than I do.  And sadly, all three of them have passed away, however, I was advised that I will be fine.  And you know this how?

Well, I'm climbing down off of my soapbox now.  But I must admit that I do feel tons better now that I've gotten this off of my chest.  And I have plenty of extra room on my chest....because both of the "girls" are no longer there!

Honestly, I'm really good with it.  I've begun to look at it in a different light.  I get to decide whether or not I want to wear my prosthesis....hmmm, do I want Boobs today or not?  That is the question.  

No more sweating (even after washing, drying and powdering the puppies).  No more disgusting rash (from sweating).  Those "bad girls" were heavy to carry anyway and I'm a few pounds lighter when I get on the scale!  Yessa'.........

Staying positive....but needing to vent on occasion.  Thank you all....for the occasion.  

Hey Hadley, it's not that I'm not allowed to say it but if done so in the past and usually they want to know all the details including who treated me, what kind i had so sometimes its not really helpful. I'm also a little afraid that if I blurt it out, my dept may think that I can't "deal" with my job..I don't know maybe it's all in my head. Also I only feel like saying it when I am losing my patience. THen I think why should I tell them the most private thing in my life just because he's a jerk.

I know I sound like I'm whining but for the most part I am very very patient with everyone and it's hard because I can honestly relate to the sheer panic in their voices when they call, I remember how it was for me and I really go out of my way to help them.