Today I had an appointment to get my very first massage...a sweet Valentine's gift from my husband. I let them know that I was going through chemo and the massage therapist called to see if she could give me a massage...turns out she will need permission from my oncologist. I was so bummed out...I had been looking forward to it and definately need it...my shoulders are so tense.
Being unable to get a massage for some reason brought on a small "Poor me pitty Party". I had a little cry...luckily not in front of the therapist...then I got mad at myself for crying. I told myself, "Stop being a crybaby...it's not even a big deal." I think I may be even more stressed out than I thought.
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