While I was waiting to see the surgeon today, it became apparent from whispered conversations that the person in his rooms was at the beginning of her breast cancer experience.
When the woman emerged from her appointment, I kept on with my reading although I really wanted to look her in the eye and say it will be alright and the treatment time will go really quickly even though it might not feel like it now and on the worst days.
Four months ago I had just had my first surgery. Four months ago I was taking it one day at a time. This time next week I’ll be lining up for my last radiation treatment after a second surgery and four cycles of chemotherapy. It feels like both a long time and a short time.