I am sitting here for a few minutes trying to compose myself.
Tomorrow, I am finally getting seen by my GI for my esophagus issue. I am so tired from worry, and yet can’t seem to stop. The last time I had fear like this in my heart was 1999, having had the third of my three cancers back then. Sometimes you know that things are going to be rough. Especially in my mind is I was in my thirties for my first three. I’m a little older now.
It’s funny how people tell you not to worry.
I’ll stop worrying when I get an all clear from the doctor.