Could it be cancer?

Today I've had trouble breathing. Just doing ordinary household chores has taken my breath away. For the past few days this same thing has been happening. I haven't mentioned my secret fear to anyone. In the back of my mind, I keep wondering, could it be cancer returning?

Recurrences can happen anytime after a person is diagnosed, but since I'm a little over 5 years from my original diagnosis, I've felt like I was safe. But that might not be the case.

I have an oncology appointment in early February. At that time, I’ll have routine bloodwork and see the doctor in the survivorship program.

It's always scary when I go for those annual checkups. I try not to be fearful of the big "what if" but it's hard. I don't know what I'll do if I ever face that day.

In the meantime, I'm going to listen closely to my body. If I keep having those feelings of being unable to get enough air, I'm going to call and move my appointment up a few weeks.

I don't want to think about the possibility that cancer could return. I don’t want to think about it concentrating in my lungs, but it's hard not to think that way when every symptom I face could be a signal that something is wrong.

With cancer, you can't never always sometimes tell...

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