I’m not sure how well I could write this blog post if I’m depressed, but I need to tell you about my first trip to the hospital. In December of 2008, my parents were diagnosed with cancer. It was a complete shock to the system, but I was able to focus on the positive aspects of my life. I was able to go on my first vacation, go home, and start a new job.
This trip to the hospital was for the second time. In April of 2009, I was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. The treatment was grueling, and I had to take multiple chemo treatments every week, but my parents were ecstatic with the results and the treatment was a success.
The day of the big surgery was the toughest day of my life, and I was scared almost as bad as my parents. I can’t say that I was completely shocked and shocked, I guess I’m just amazed. The surgery went well and my cancer was removed, and my family was ecstatic. I had my last chemo treatment at the end of April and was in the hospital for a week before I was released.
My family was ecstatic because my tumor was removed and they could now take good care of me. They were also happy that my cancer was gone, because it seemed like they were never going to get to see me again.
I was completely depressed after all of the surgeries, chemo, and treatments. My family was really, really, really excited to see me back, but there was something about the way I was looking that was different. I wasn’t the same as I was before. I was a little bit more reserved and I was a little bit more anxious. I would just stare blankly at the walls as I tried to remember what it was like before.
A common side effect of cancer treatment is depression, and many of the treatments can cause you to be depressed. A recent survey by the American Society of Clinical Oncologists (ASCO) found that over a third of cancer patients experienced depression as a result of their treatment, and almost half of the patients surveyed said they had experienced suicidal thoughts or attempts.
The same survey found that more than half of the patients surveyed felt that their depression was caused by the cancer treatment at the time of diagnosis. For those who don’t mind being labeled as depressed, you can blame it on the side effects of treatment or the fact that you are tired of being sick to your stomach all the time, and not having to worry about it.
When I have a bad day at work, I remember to come and see my psychiatrist. The reason I have a good day is because I do not get sick. I have a good day because I dont get sick. The problem is, I do get sick. I do not get sick because I am a depressed person. I get sick because I am depressed.
For a lot of people, being depressed is a condition that happens to them, but for those of us who are depressed, it is something we are born with. Our brains were shaped to be depressed. For the most part, depression is a part of our genetic make-up. We have a lot of genes which control when and how we get sick. I know this because I had an episode of depression when I was a teenager.
It’s not just because we can’t find a way to eat, use the bathroom, or go to the park without getting sick. It’s also because our bodies are designed to make us sick. And so are the people we surround ourselves with, and there is a reason why it’s so widely accepted that we are to blame for our depression.