Medical PTSD: It’s Real and It’s Terrifying

For the 5th time that month, I was back in the ER, struggling to breathe.

Lake Huron, Facing the Mackinac Bridge at Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. A mental refuge (running away) after the events detailed below.

I was having bad side effects of toxicity brought on by my chemo medication. Effects my oncologist insisted I could not be having, because I hadn’t been on the medication long enough.

So I was bounced like a bad hot potato between his office and my Primary Care Provider, who also wanted…