My husband, Bryan, has always called me a hypochondriac. He's mostly right as I do tend to self-diagnosis and it's usually with some life-threatening illness. Once I thought an ingrown hair was a swollen lymph node (this was far before I was diagnosed)! But, in my defense, I was right about having endometriosis (the reason why we couldn't conceive before I got pregnant with Audrey) and when I found the lump in my breast I knew deep down it was cancer and not just the general lumpiness associated with breast feeding (yes, I was nursing at the time).
For me, I break out my "Managing Self Defeating Thoughts and Feelings Worksheet" given to me by a very trusted professional who has a lot of experience with cancer patients [read: therapist].
First you ask yourself: What am I feeling? In my case, let's go with the headache.
Next: What am I reacting to? Well, the pain and that it's recurring.
Next: What am I thinking? I already answered this above...mets to the brain, duh.
Next: Is this a self-defeating thought? Yes. I am "jumping to conclusions" making a negative interpretation "even though there are no definite facts to support" my conclusion.
Next: What evidence do I have that this thought is true? Very little. Only that mets to the brain is a possibility according to the reading I've done about breast cancer.
Next: What evidence do I have that this thought is not true? A lot. I've had a history of headaches and typically Advil does the trick. I'm only now freaking out about it because I've had breast cancer.
Now I must correct the thought: I have a headache. I'm going to take some Advil and go about my day.
It's a tedious process but it really does help me get my head straight.
I'm off to take some Advil now...enjoy!
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