Two emotions are interrupting my relaxed, treatment-less Saturday morning. It is brilliant here; the sunlight reflecting off the Seattle Times Building’s windows is lighting my room. I am going to head out for a brisk walk to try to calm my mind.
I am scared of what is to come. It is a new emotion. I wasn’t overly fearful or anxious before my surgery (thankfully I was pretty unaware of what they were going to do or I would have been too frightened to show up at VGH), and I wasn’t worried starting treatment at ProCure, but I am scared thinking about my radiation at UWMC. Why? Continue reading