Bad Week, Good Week ... Repeat
I can feel it creeping in slowly, stealthily, trying to take over my brain. It’s that pre-chemo anxiety. Before my breast cancer diagnosis, I experienced anxiety rarely. Now, it pops in for a visit much more frequently than I care to admit. It makes me angry. I have one week, every other week, when I feel good, almost normal. I want to embrace every single good day that I have because I know how awful I will feel once I have my next treatment. And so it goes, one bad week,
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