I went to a free cancer support therapist. During the first session, my assigned therapist was a young woman fresh out of training. During our one and only session, she just looked at me and said with such big eyes “I understand, you have every right to feel this way and, wow, this is hard.” That was not what I needed. I needed her to ask pointed and direct questions such as: How are you going to go on? What are you going to do to feel good about yourself? What are you going to do to fall in love with yourself again? How are you going to kick this cancer’s ass?
There were other such therapy missteps. I kept looking to find the support I needed. I found a young, 30-somethings cancer support group. I thought: Okay, here is something I think I can commit to. I knew I needed more help to deal with the harshness of my reality so I could continue to heal.