I debated about posting this but I need to vent and get it out of my system.
My cancer doctor called today and told me I have to come in for an urgent appointment(No matter what over the last year,
I’ve been getting monthly letters that I’m not allowed near the hospital as the chance of me getting covid and dying are stupid high, so a meeting in person is a big deal), tomorrow(today). I’m honestly fucking scared. I haven’t spoken to my Cancer doc in over a year and even for phone appointments, all I did was talk to her Nurse. For her to call me, is not good news, at all.
I’m going to have a horrible mental break down. Cancer is fucking bullshit and I’ve been through in life for a dozen life times. And then ontop of all that, my body just keeps getting worse from the chemo side effects i had two years ago. I’m not getting better, I’m only getting worse.
I just....I miss who and what I was. I guess I’ll try to get a little bit of sleep and calm down. I know I’ve always talked about my death and nothings come of it, but I am truly scared and this could mean my cancer is back. It’s most likely nothing, probably something really small and I’m worrying for nothing but the brain is a real cunt.
I apologize if I annoy people with my posts. I’m sorry I am who I am. Bane keeps telling me to stop putting myself down as it doesn’t help but in situations like this, where the mind goes to dark places.
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