If I have a pain that lasts for any length of time, I fear the cancer has come back. Paranoid? Yes, I am. But, I think, in this situation, the paranoia is normal. I had a diagnosis hit me from out of the blue, in fact, the last words I said to the doctor performing the test was, "Well, we know it's not cancer, or I'd already be dead." I was 38 years old, it was not supposed to be cancer. The next words he said to me were, "We found cancer." I am much more in tune to my body nowadays. Yes, I am paranoid.
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My photo has nothing to do with my words but I figure that's ok. I'm excited the dark-eyed juncos are back, winter is coming!
