Asking the Difficult Questions

Shirking the Existential Dread

I don’t know what it was about this last appointment that had me more concerned than usual. I’ve always had a pretty strong sense of intuition. For some reason, I was prepared to receive bad news when it came to the lymph nodes in my neck and abdomen. Perhaps it was because I had been feeling so good, living my life as a survivor, and feared it coming to a rapid halt. Maybe it was because of the suddenness by which I found out I had cancer in my body. Regardless of the impetus, this past Friday’s appointment worried me much more than I let on.