I woke up this morning a mess. I've haven't been sleeping well these last few day in anticipation of starting this next treatment. I worry about the damage it will cause to my heart and lung tissue and that the "breath technique," which is basically me just holding my breath to push my heart away for 20 seconds, is all that's stopping the beam from striking where it shouldn't. The whole MGH team assures me they have more checks in place than my big breath, but I've still lost some sleep over it.
So this morning when I woke up at 5 and could already feel my , I was trying to focus on only one thing: Abby will be arriving soon to Walk with Me.