When I walked into the room with all my colleagues, there was a slight panic, due to all attention focussed on me, but that quickly faded though. I talked to some people, and also wine to my classroom to see if I could do anything there. I couldn't. I couldn't even focus on the tiniest things, didn't even know where to begin and when a colleague asked me about things that I found important for the substitute teacher to know about my class, I just didn't know anything. That was so bizar, that your body and mind are so focussed on surviving, getting better, dealing with the situation, that they can't focus on much else. It was also very confronting though: to see everyone getting ready for a new school year, and you're not a part of it.
When I got home 2 hours later I needed about 5 hours to recharge the battery and get my energy back.
And tonight, for the first time, I wanted to get out of all this cancer stuff. Yeah, fine, it was there, we dealt with it, now let's get everything back to normal again. But this is only the beginning. This is only the fucking beginning.
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