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Dany
A few days later, I start my chemotherapy cycle.
I’ve been poked and prodded. Blood samples taken. More oncologist visits. Blood pressure. Pulse. Temperature. Height and weight. Explanations of what to expect, et cetera, et cetera.
I sped from denial to anger lightning quick. The oncologist referred me to a therapist, Ms. Dribett. She told me anger was good. It would motivate me to change and heal. She said I was moving along the stages of grief. Soon I would experience pain or guilt. Then depression. Or all of the emotions again and together or out of order.
I told her as politely as possible that I wasn’t going to experience her stages. Because soon this would be over and I’d go back to my life. No stages necessary.
Ms. Dribett wrote something on her legal pad and told me t
