I’d been feeling better about the hysterectomy after the psychologists appointment. But the last day at work was hard. I hadn’t really thought about stopping work again, beyond looking forward to not having to get up for work at the crack of dawn.
Suddenly, I was sitting in the usual group of people who were chewing the fat of the usual school stuff. And I realised that once again, I was dropping out and missing out. My life is stopping again. Because of cancer.
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