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Worry wart?

Worry, nervousness, apprehension or 
uneasiness - regardless of the word used the emotion surfaces in all cancer patients.

It should as our bodies are assaulted through the disease itself, the treatments and/or those treatments' "side effects."

However, if you are just centered on it and expect me to send you emojis depicting hugs and kisses - forget it.

As is well-documented worrying is not beneficial to your fight. 

It lowers your immune system. 
Don't need that, especially if you're on an immunotherapy regime.

It negatively affects your short term memory.
Hello, hasn't chemo screwed enough with your mind? 

Premature coronary artery disease heightens
Cancer already offers chances to hurt your heart. Why better the odds? This is not like a horse race where the odds play in your favor.

Instead, find something constructive to do. 

Garden, tap dance, take up the harmonica or just sit in your driveway and wave at cars. It does not have to be anything big or resulting in perfect results. Just make it something that directs your brain and emotions into a more positive realm. 

Guaranteed worry will dissipate.

I have watched so many documentaries I would now be a powerhouse player on Jeopardy. 

Please do not let cancer rob any more of your uniqueness and talents. 

Forget about worrying. Focus on all positive aspects you find.

You can do this! 

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