So in the back of my mind I always worry that my life a social worker will be the very thing that ends my life. The stress of the career's responsibilities and expectations are the very thing that run neck in neck with my fear of cancer recurrence.
Speaking of recurrence, the very fact that I believe the minute I truly find happiness, that damn cancer will re-appear to finish the job it tried to do the first time, is probably the reason why I don't run wholeheartedly to anything that would truly make me happy.
So I guess its a Twofer Truthful Tuesday....
It is what it is....
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