I think I'm experiencing a mini panic attack. Not a real one--my dad gets those and had 3 the week he found out about me having breast cancer. Poor dad. No parent should have to live that.
Anyways, I was taking a bath and starting thinking about all the details of the medical prodedures I'll have to go through in the next months, and I freaked out. Needles, intraveanous tubes, pain, being put under, more needdles, pain, nausea, scars, etc, etc. Oh, and did I mention PAIN? I'm afraid my doctor will be like House. Sure he could save me, but would he care if he hurt me in the process? Exactly. More possible pain. Now, I'm scared and in need of... Sigh. I don't know what I need. But at least I'll know more tomorrow.
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