Why Therapy Was Vital Following My Cancer Diagnosis

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I don’t always believe in fate, but there are times when I feel fated; it hits me like an asteroid.

I had been looking for a new therapist for awhile. Truth is, I was a notorious “therapist hopper” — always finding some reason I needed to find someone new. As “luck” may have it, I was therapist shopping during the time I was getting a lump on my breast checked out. These two things were not cause and effect. This is what some call a plain old coincidence — this time, I called it fate.

The first words I uttered to my new therapist as I sat down frantically looking for the tissue box was “I will start by saying that I might have breast cancer, and I am not the type of person that will be able to handle something like this.” Continue reading Why Therapy Was Vital Following My Cancer Diagnosis