Receiving a cancer diagnosis at age 38 really mucks up your brain, even if it thyroid cancer versus another, more aggressive cancer. I’ve been told I handled it all really well, but the reality of it has crept up and added some complications to my thought processes.
There’s nothing like having a cough related to a common cold that leads you to spiral into wondering if the thyroid cancer metastasized into lung cancer.
Or realizing that I might not ever be able to purchase a reasonably priced life insurance policy.
Or any of a number of things or thoughts I encounter in my day-to-day life.
I’ve gotten through the worst of it all by compartmentalizing my thoughts, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I’ll need to address the worst of them soon.