Despite earnest warnings by a wide range of survivors, I truly never dreamed for a minute that I’d be constantly terrified by worries of recurrence.
I didn’t even want to finish chemo. I toyed with skipping radiation.
I just wanted to get back to being me.
And here I am. Me.
Healthy. Happy. Able to do anything I like.
Why would I choose terror?
What I hadn’t counted on were symptoms.
Aches, pings and twinges. Changes in size and shape.
This round is up to me.