One would think that when a breast cancer patient approaches the end of her treatment, anticipation and relief would buoy her.
For me, however, the cancer and the accompanying treatments, injections, exhaustion, nausea, terror, constipation, body aches, weight gain, blah, blah, blah, etc. – ALL while teaching school fulltime and keeping house and remembering to feed the cats – wore me down. I was going through the experience pretty much alone. My parents were dead, my brother lived thousands of miles away, and I had no husband or significant other.
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