Cancer. You unbelievable biznatch.
Ever since I finished treatment, I’ve felt uneasy. Looking over my shoulder like the big bad boogie man was coming after me. I dislike the feeling immensely.
And then my neck felt weird last week.
All in my mind, right? Probably. I’m setting up a Dr’s appointment next week to be sure.
Is it always going to be like this? I honestly hope not. It’s kind of like being let out of prison because they found out you didn’t do it, but feeling guilty anyways because of the environment you had to endure.
I hope Ethan doesn’t mind me posting this text message, but I can’t explain his advice and sentiment any better.
Fuck you cancer. I know how to win and you don’t.