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?”
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