The deets: Separated from cheating asshole in 1/2023 after he told me about long-term affair with married COW. Officially divorced in 4/2024 due to the year long separation requirement in my state. He moved in with AP not long after I kicked him out and, as far as I know, they are still living together. They might even be married at this point.
A couple weeks ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It is a very aggressive type, but also responds very well to treatment. This means I will likely survive, but will need very intensive chemotherapy. During this treatment I will likely become progressively less able to take care of myself for longer and longer periods of time after each treatment. This treatment should only last for about 5 months, with recovery time after, but 5 months is a VERY long time when you feel that shitty.
One place I am really struggling (other than the difficulty accepting the fact I even have cancer) is in feeling like I'm all alone in this and I shouldn't be. I vowed in sickness and in health, until death and all that, and I actually meant it! For 17 years I had someone to make me soup when I was too sick to do so and now I don't.
I have a boyfriend who has been supportive, but we don't live together and he clearly doesn't want to at this point in the relationship. To be fair, I'm not sure I would want to now if not for the diagnosis. I don't know how I'm going to handle basic tasks like getting myself water when I feel like dying from the chemo. It feels sooooooo shitty that, in the exact same circumstance, AP and XH wouldn't have these concerns; they would have each other. When I mentioned this to the BF, he said, "you can always call me or one of your friends if you need something." I just don't see myself doing that for anything smaller than an emergency. What if something else happens, like a sudden crash in blood pressure where I pass out? No one will even know.
I'm also concerned about losing any beauty I have remaining at 45 years old. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be with a 45 year old woman with no hair or breasts.
I'm feeling jealous of XH and AP, but I'm also feeling jealous of other women with breast cancer. I hear them say things like, "during chemo, I didn't even have the energy to pick up my kids from school or make dinner." When I ask them what they did they say, "my husband had to do it." I don't have that option and it feels like yet another way infidelity has fucked me over.
I'm also jealous my XH has basically never had anything bad happen to him. He stomps through life uncaring when he destroys others' lives, but he's never even had a friend die, when I've lost many close family members and friends. Add in I had to deal with his infidelity, subsequent divorce, and now cancer, it's yet another way life is completely not fair.
I'm living the thing we all fear when we discover infidelity...being alone and dealing with a serious illness.