The last treatment has ended. It’s time for balloons and the ringing of the gong, either literally or figuratively. Everyone claps as you make your way out of the treatment center and head for home. The last few months have been filled with surgery, immunotherapy, chemotherapy, and radiation or some combination thereof. You are ready for it to be over so you can resume your life. Yet, on the way home, you can’t help but think, “Who is watching me now?”
It isn’t even a month later when the ache in your elbow is no longer a result of bumping it against the kitchen counter. You are convinced the cancer is back and you are dying, so you call for an appointment to confirm what you know to be true. Until you meet with the oncologist, which will confirm that the aching elbow is just that, you don’t sleep and dying consumes your thoughts.
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