Look-Back: Oncologist panic, Death as a friend
I reflected on this on September 1, 2024
I was so anxious, yet excited, to meet my oncologist the next day. We were going to get a real prognosis, rather than trying to get one sort of doctor to give me expertiese from another's specialzation. We were going to leran about treatment planning, about return to work timelines. We were going to learn how to traverse the death crypt that is the cancer ththat resided in me, and get back into the sun, where I could laugh and picnic with facncy cheeses and pickles and little sandwiches.
Of course, cancer is no more a horseman of the apocalypse, no seahorse waiting to destry all. And you're just as likely to run into that death, embracing as friends, in the brightest sun as you are darkest cave.
The following was originally posted September 1, 2022
Given that there are fewer than 24 hours until I meet my oncologist, I'm going to go back to the CUTE ANIMAL PHOTOS well because holy fuck I have an anxiety disorder and I didn't understand anxiety could be so bad
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