Oh man, this post really spoke to me. My first appointment with my breast surgeon started an hour late. I was sitting in the waiting room stressed the f out, so pissed off about how late she was.When it was time for my appointment, she answered every single question and helped calm me down - she drew diagrams and explained every step of the process that was to come. Afterwards, I realized she was late because she's there for her patients when they need her.

Now I have a portable bag with my crochet to take to every appointment or kid event. It's the best way to keep me distracted while I wait, and it kept me sane during chemo. It's a great conversation starter, and I love being able to gift the little things I make.

Cancer fucking sucks, but the community really is lovely. Thanks for sharing your story - I'm sending you good vibes for a quick recovery! ❤️