Now that school and fall are in full swing, I’ve had my first bouts of a cold, cough, etc. Last week, I also experienced some excruciating lower back pain. After consulting with my general practitioner, we concluded that I’d probably strained a muscle while exercising but, initially, I was convinced that I’d developed a tumor. Yep, I thought my cancer had metastasized, overnight, into my lower back. While not everyone who has received an unexpected cancer diagnosis necessarily thinks this way (i.e. in paranoid extremes), my guess is that some of us do. And part of the process of healing after treatment, at least for me, means not jumping to the worst possible conclusion each time some new symptom pops up. I don’t know why it never occurred to me before, but, in the next five years as I’m working toward remission, of course I’m going to get sick. And those (hopefully, minor) illnesses will likely be unrelated to my cancer. This is just something I’ll have to be mindful of moving forward, so I thought I’d note it here.
Well, then 