For many years I thought of death and dying on a daily basis. I was angry that I so eagerly was awaiting to die yet never did, and yet innocent people were dying all around me as a result of accidents, health, murders etc. I know I always had the option of taking my life, and I thought about it seriously, but I was a chicken and could never follow through. So now I have breast cancer. Hmmmm-I can skip all treatments and let things happen naturally or I can fight and stop it in its tracks. So as I still here wide awake at 3:00AM, I am amazed that for so many years I have wanted to die and now Ive been given this outlet. But then another part of me is scared, another part of me is "downplaying it saying it's nothing and very minor" similar to always downplaying my abuse-(still do), and another part of me is angry because I feel my therapy and my relationship with my therapist has changed drastically because of this health issue and I don't know how to fix it. Again I am feeling stuck-paralyzed-not knowing what's happening or going to happen with my health or therapy. I'm annoyed I was in a swim exercise program and now I have to put that on hold-annoyed I can't lose weight-annoyed a coworker can take 12 days off a month for a headache with no reprocussion yet my a doctor thinks I won't have side effects from 33 days of radiation....so he won't fill out the fmla form at this time. (Occasional time off). I guess I'm just venting-depression or death not sure what's best....easiest....