This weekend was a rollercoaster, with me feeling both excited to experience a staycation and terrified at what seems to be returning symptoms.
I am afraid of what the chest pain means.
I am afraid of the PET scan in less than two weeks.
I am afraid of potentially going through more treatment and all the heartache that comes with it.
My only hope is that the pain is due to my period, which normally does come with some discomfort.
I find myself praying once again to live and be able to grow old with the people I love.
I am terrified but am keeping a mask on and trying to stay strong. I wish I didn’t have to think about any of this but I’m forced to.
I am just grateful to have Hsuan and my parents by my side.