
| May 1st, 2005 | Driving Myself to Chemotherapy | ||
Silence. The car is so quiet. I look in the rear view mirror. Mom is trying to put on her ‘brave front’ which means that she is crying without sound. It’s like somebody pressed the mute button. Dad looks shell-shocked. Michael is holding my hand while he looks out the window and stares in silence. I feel like I’m voluntarily driving to my death. I’m half tempted to turn the car around and go home, but I know that I just can’t do that. While the prospect of enduring chemo feels like a “fate worse than death”, I know that it is a very necessary evil. So, I drive on until I see the walls of the hospital rise up from the desert earth. Things are about to get worse for me before they get better. However, I do believe that things will get better.
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