It’s the dreaded scan time again. CT scan this Friday, to see if the radiotherapy has been effective on the tumour recurrence!
How on earth are we supposed to relax, at times like this?
I’m running about like a headless chicken….. and hiding away from everyone! I just keep planning, and reorganising my funeral, death, finances, as I feel it’s the only thing I have control over!
I just can’t stand conversations , as want to shout and say ‘I don’t care what Tom, Dick or Harry are doing!
I feel like such a horrible person!
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