First of all, before anything else.

First of all, before anything else.

For many years, what guided me was to choose therapists who were first and foremost professional, hardly thinking about the human element and, in the worst case, trying to minimize it, because "she/he is super professional, and what really matters? It's not a friend, the main thing is that they know what to do." Somehow, this perception meant that I really managed to meet...
Throw away

Throw away

Tashlich If there is one thing I do not regret about the comprehensive cognitive impairment I experience as a result of the treatments, anxiety, and more, it is the wonderful forgetting of many, many moments related to having cancer. I see it as a kind of tashlich of the soul, because it is very difficult to cope with remembering everything, the feeling of fear in your mouth, the sound it makes...
Doctors, I thought I'd add something else, but there's really no need.

Doctors, I thought I'd add something else, but there's really no need.

Doctors, I thought about adding something else, but there's really no need. I could write about the amazing doctors I met along the way, but it would be very brief and not representative. I'll save the doctors of discovery for another post: the one who ate an apple in front of me, yelled at her children on the phone, and told me while spitting, "I'm sure you're a carrier...".
In the end, I founded an association

In the end, I founded an association

This is the first time I am writing everything down, I was afraid of the exposure, and even of seeing the words tell of the fear, the success, and maybe even of using the word healing (knock on wood, hamsa). There are so many moments in my long journey, it's hard for me to decide where to start, but I decided to start not at the beginning, but rather at the moment the treatments ended, the time...
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