I had my bi-annual oncology appointment yesterday. As far as the doctor is concerned, he saw no problems. I have to set up my annual CT scan to confirm, which I will do in the next couple of weeks I hope.
Last night as I was getting ready for bed…brushing my teeth, I started crying. I miss my mother. This kind of news is something I would have shared with her on the phone from the car right after the appointment. Also, it is a milestone she never got to reach…three years post diagnosis. She died almost two years to the day she was diagnosed.
It’s like I keep finding new reasons to grieve all over again.
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