Being in remission is as wonderful as it can be terrifying at times. Now, everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, that doesn’t seem right or feel right becames that crazy thought – Is It Back?
No one told me once I was in remission, I’d have to fight the dark demons of reaccurrance.
About 8-10 weeks ago, I went for a run in the wee hours of the mourning and my right hip seemed to give out. No, big deal. I’ve had problems with that hip off and on for years, so I put some ice on it and rested it. No more running. But days turned into weeks and weeks turned into more