next to me, without so much as a Hey, How are ya?, he says matter-of-factly,
“My girlfriend needs to have both her hips replaced.”
hard, you’d understand.”
nor am I the oracle for how to deal with it.
guys. It’s coming up to a year out from diagnosis, and when I had a sore throat
that lasted more than a few days earlier this month, I freaked out, and tried
not to freak out. I went to the doctor, and I catastrophized and I came back to
reality, and all the tests came back normal.
you nay-sayers!), and I can’t help but think of what an awful thing it would be
to date me and have my cancer relapse – you’re not signing up for that, or are
you? To have Damocles’ Sword hanging not only over my head, but the head of
someone, anyone, who loves me? (A sword hangs over this figure, who never knows
if or when it will fall.)
still have places that challenge me to the point of tears, and I worry that
this will “cause” cancer again.
take your shipwrecked persons into my dinghy. Here’s a life-vest. Dinghy Full.
Find your own.
this time, I know. But, I cannot help you process, people. I’m sorry. My
compassion meter is broken. The well is dry.
diagnosed with AML, the same type of cancer I had, I jumped at the chance to
share my resources and what worked for me, comforted me, and helped me to
maintain my “calm at the center of the storm” which has now broken and allows
me to fall apart, engage in fun, and also to stare at that sword say, “You
has cancer? Here’s a link to my own list of what I found helpful. If you don’t
mind, please share this with them instead of asking me. I’m sorry, but my
dinghy is full.