CW: Cancer stuff, but mostly positive.
Today I talked with a social worker about coping strategies, and a genetic counselor about genetic testing for genes that make recurrent cancer more likely, and I’m feeling better about the whole thing. Still scared, still stuck in the land of pending things, but we’re moving forward with the genetic testing, and the social worker reminded me that I already know how to eat an elephant. My job is eating elephants, in fact.
You don’t eat this elephant any differently than you eat all the other elephants. One meal at a time, and don’t overfill your plate. Just eat that bite, and then you can eat the next bite. Or sleep it off for a while.
So my next bite is the CT scan, and the bite after that is the oncotesting results. And I can’t cook another piece of elephant until this piece is eaten, so there’s no point in menu planning.
The difference, of course, is that this elephant tastes like shit.
Hope you’re hanging in there.
Best,
Bear