Cancer Survivorship 101: Identifying Your Emotions

It was a normal Friday, I was outside playing with our three girls and walked over to the mailbox to grab the mail and there it was. An envelope addressed to me from a radiation and imaging center. I wanted to scream right then and there. Thank goodness the girls were too busy playing to notice that my face had gone white and I was trying to steady my breathing while also trying not to throw up. The thoughts were racing through my head at a clip that I didn't even know possible. First, fear, pure fear. We can't go through this again. We have three kids now. It's been six years -- we are in the clear, his oncologist said that she didn't even want to see him anymore and that he could go to his primary care physician for annual checkups and blood work. If its back it will be worse. I don't want to see worse -- our kids can't see worse. Breathe. Try to breathe. Second, anger. I opened the envelope and read -- charges for imaging done three weeks prior. How did I not know about this? I was immediately transported back six years when my husband sat me down to tell me he had been in pain for several months and finally decided to see a doctor. The doctor ordered an ultrasound and we had to wait for the results. Back then I was naive enough to think little of the information and wasn't really bothered by the fact that my husband waited so long to tell me what was going on. About a week later he sat me down again (all the time delays in diagnosis is a subject for another day), he to...
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