Throughout my treatments I totally dreaded weekends. Those were days when it felt as if nothing was being done to rid me of this disease. It was also a time when everything seemed to go awry. A leaky pick line created a double saddle blood clot over both lungs and my heart, putting me in the hospital for the next week. Pneumonia after one of the chemo sessions popped up on a weekend. I simply was more comfortable on the days I was being monitored. Now, as I am making the decision to stretch my appointments out to a year, I feel anxious about the prospect of not being seen for that period of time. I know that I am very fortunate, but ridding myself of the thought of how quickly the cancer presented itself creates a constant consciousness. I need to wean myself off of the comfort I feel after being monitored and get some of my invincibility back.
Good luck to all of you going through your treatments. This too shall pass.