Remember that back pain I mentioned?
Turns out I have fucking shingles.
Honestly, I’m weirdly relieved. Not because shingles is particularly fun — because it most definitely is not — but because when you’ve had cancer, unexplained pain hits differently. Your brain doesn’t go to maybe I pulled a muscle. It goes straight to places you really don’t want it to go.
This doesn’t change anything with my positive Signatera test. I’m still waiting and still dealing with that giant question mark.
But at least I can take the back pain out of the cancer-anxiety column.
So there’s that.
Apparently starting a blog about my life wasn’t dramatic enough. My body needed a subplot.
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