“Maybe I could just stay in this bathroom for the rest of my life.” I felt hysteria rise as I fought back tears and nervous laughter at the same time. Hanging out in that bathroom for the rest of my days looked more attractive than walking into the oncologist’s office for a screening.
I took a deep breath. Of course I knew hiding out in the bathroom would not be a good life plan, but I felt powerless. From inside the orange metal stall, I typed out a text to two friends: “Can’t stop crying. Hiding in the bathroom before my doctor’s appointment.”
Miraculously, my phone beeped immediately. [Read more…]