omg this sucks so fucking bad

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It gets bad. My worst times are in MRIs, because it's too much time alone with my thoughts. There's not much you can do stuck in a damn tube with the machinery ratcheting away than think about your cancer. For hours.

I used to be in a situation where I could read my reports if I wanted, and I had to stop that. I was interpreting a radiologist's ass-covering as new mets all over the place, and I felt like I was literally going crazy.

There was a great t-shirt I spotted not long ago: "It's not paranoia, it's total awareness".

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