This fucking sucks.
Here I am a year later and still waiting to see if I have cancer. This whole year has been one long waiting game.
And not just waiting, but worrying.
Waiting and worrying.
This is not to say that I don't thoroughly enjoy my life in the middle of all this waiting and worrying. I do. But underneath every thought, word, and action is "do I still have cancer?"
This constant thought gets really fucking old.
But tomorrow, I get my PET scan, which means by Wednesday, the waiting will be over.
And hopefully, for fuck's sake, the worrying too.