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It's been a while since I last posted. I took a bit of an internet break...or a break about reading and posting about breast cancer on the internet because it was just getting too much.

Anyway, just in case anyone is interested in an update: I finished all active treatment (chemo and radiation) a few months back. Now it's just regular monitoring and a daily tamoxifen pill. It's kind of weird how life, though altered in an indefinable, invisible way, just kind of snaps back into place. And I'm thankful for that.

Anyway, onto the topic of my post...

Despite having a handful of amazing friends and family in my life that helped me through this last year, the person who's helped me the most is my psychologist. She's a woman I met through my treatment center who specializes in women with BC.


She's basically helped me work through all the terrible phases and their accompanying emotions that come with diagnosis and treatment. She's brilliant, funny, irreverent (curses like a sailor), awesome and has amazing taste. We love all the same things. Basically, I think I found a new best friend in my therapist. I mean, I know next to nothing about her personal life (as it's supposed to be - she is very good at keeping a professional distance), but I do know that our personalties mesh very well and we have a lot of common interests.

Anyway, there's going to be a point where I will no longer see her. She can't see me indefinitely and I'm already very sad that she won't be in my life at some point. BUT...then I think, maybe there is a way to go from a patient-therapist relationship to a friendship. I mean is it really strictly forbidden? People are friends with their medical doctors. I know, not the same thing.

So, what say you, Groupthinkers: Is this a friendship that will never be? Am I'm weird for wanting it? Has anyone else experienced something like this?

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