At least a few times a week — sometimes when I wake up, sometimes in the middle of a TV show, sometimes washing dishes — I’ll find myself inhabited by utter disbelief. This is not my real life. Where did my real life go?
The cancer is becoming more real to me, but it’s still not totally real. I’ve seen the CT scan, I’m in chemotherapy, and yet part of me still can’t believe this is happening to me. Where did my real life go?
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