After jet lag had dropped
I've had very little of the Fear since we've embarked on the treatment course for the lung metastasis last November. Activity is always better than waiting, at least for my psyche. Last night the Fear came roaring back on the heels of that little bit of business. I sobbed my eyes out while
I feel a lot better this morning. This likely doesn't amount to much of anything, as I'm shedding all kinds of stuff due to the chemo processes. But it definitely triggered a flashback of sorts, and it knocked me hard at the end of what was otherwise a terrific day.
Like I needed to be reminded of how much cancer sucks.