Friday, February 10, 2012

Life is funny sometimes. I've passed my 4-year mark of being NED (no evidence of disease), and I'm doing fairly well, except for that pesky chronic pain in my abdomen. But just the thought of the oncology clinic throws me into a tizzy. Today I went up there to deliver a survivor/caregiver newsletter that I help produce for our local Relay For Life committee. All I had to do was walk in, let them know what I was bringing, place it in the waiting room, and go.

I realized as I was going up on the elevator that I was breathing more heavily, and a feeling of sadness rolled over me. I can face many things in life, and I have, but that oncology clinic always makes me feel like a little girl who wants her mommy.

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  1. This is pretty darned understandable, Gail....but it's good to get it off your chest and onto others' shoulders!
    That's what you did.
    Hope you feel better, my dear!
    love to you,
    erika

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    1. Yes, writing is always healing. Thanks!

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