In my experience, after you’re initially diagnosed with cancer, there is a “settling in” period. The time of denial is over. Sadness and anger arise. In the first few weeks, I also experienced what I call the “Groundhog Day effect,” based on the movie “Groundhog Day.” You go to sleep each night, and in your dream time, you forget that you have cancer, and then you wake up each morning only to remember you have cancer and be traumatized all over again. Eventually, this effect seems to wear off as the daily remembrance fades into fact without the same traumatic emotional response.
I'm not gonna lie, this has been very difficult for me to read and thereby relive. I put off reading this for about a week until I thought I could read it with out crying. Even though I was with you I still didn't know everything that was going on with you. Thank God we got through that!
It's good to read how people cope with their cancers. I have an aggressive prostate cancer that's spread to my bones, and an undergoing chemotherapy.
I'm also a cartoonist and have started a strip on Substack called The Chemo Fresk recounting my journey. The experience has been a roller coaster of a ride, but cartooning my experience has given me a mental escape route.
Diane took care of me when I had my appendix removed. I could have died and she supervised my surgery. And there for her mother, my aunt Catherine. I'm thankful to be here and thankful you have survived such trauma. I am thankful to Diane and keep her to my heart all the time. Everything is how it is supposed to be.
I'm not gonna lie, this has been very difficult for me to read and thereby relive. I put off reading this for about a week until I thought I could read it with out crying. Even though I was with you I still didn't know everything that was going on with you. Thank God we got through that!
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It's good to read how people cope with their cancers. I have an aggressive prostate cancer that's spread to my bones, and an undergoing chemotherapy.
I'm also a cartoonist and have started a strip on Substack called The Chemo Fresk recounting my journey. The experience has been a roller coaster of a ride, but cartooning my experience has given me a mental escape route.
Diane took care of me when I had my appendix removed. I could have died and she supervised my surgery. And there for her mother, my aunt Catherine. I'm thankful to be here and thankful you have survived such trauma. I am thankful to Diane and keep her to my heart all the time. Everything is how it is supposed to be.
Thanks for sharing this passionate insights when the physician becomes the patient.