A Well Meaning Huge Load of Crap
"Your hair will grow back." "What have you got to be scared of, heaven?" (my favorite, from my mother) "We have people praying for you." (This is just my peeve) "Everything is going to be alright." (well it don't feel that way right now!) "So and So had cancer and they're all right now." (Goodie for them, I'm still scared.) And so forth. When you have been diagnosed with cancer, you are scared $#!+less. The fear doesn't stop, it sometimes gets put on the backburner while you do something else but you're scared all of the time in some shape, form or fashion. Cancer is on my mind just about every moment of the day. I'm about to lose 18 to 24 months of my life to recovery if I make it through. Sometimes I pop a prescription anxiety pill to take the edge off but that's only a temporary fix and a little later, the fear returns. With mine, every weekly blood test has me on edge....is the chemo still working? Wha