Trying to hold it together
Surveillance scan show the cancer is back. Doctor agrees, and says it might not be operable. He's even afraid to biopsy it.
I have to uproot my life and move back to the shitshow that is the US because the country I currently live in doesn't have the skilled personnel or the meds to deal with cholangiocarcinoma, and at least I have medicaid there and good doctors.
I have to go back to either living in the middle of nowhere in my brother's spare room, or living on my friend's couch.
I'm trying not to break down in front of my coworkers, my students.
I'm trying not to feel hopeless.
I hate this shit.