It's tough. It's draining.
This past week, I had the honor of being a spokeswoman for Ovarian Cancer Canada's Walk of Hope. What a wonderful opportunity for me. What a wonderful event to bring people together and get behind a disease that desperately needs more support.
Events like this are tough as a young survivor. Your own health and immortality is still so front and centre. I look around at the other survivors and these women are different than me. They are older, some MUCH older. My struggles, my challenges, are different. It's tough to relate or find comfort when you feel like you don't fit in.
I asked one of my girlfriends, "where are the other young survivors?" Have they all passed away? I'm I one of the few that are left? Maybe this is partly true but I don't think it's the only reason.
When the feeling of your own diagnosis are still so fresh, it's difficult to show up at events which rip that wound back open. I've heard from other young survivors, they avoid these type of events as they are too draining and exhausting. Who can blame them really?