Surgeon Today

Another doctor’s appointment. We’ve had this lovely break from doctors but it’s time to see the surgeon again. I debate whether to go. It’s a check up, but I want to be there. Is it control? To hear what she says that he might not tell me? Because I want her to know that I am his? That he is mine? Maybe because I have been to every other one and I don’t one to break the chain? For six months of chemo I took the plastic wrapper off the newspaper each day and tied them together slowly making a long plastic chain that represented every day of chemotherapy. These doctor appointments are links in a chain too. But what does it keep in? Or out?