I certainly remember the horrible anxiety, inability to sleep or focus, desire to runaway together (maybe it will go away if we don't go to F/U appt, and stomach bottoming out.

Two things helped: I told MO that I had some idea about how brutal this tx was going to be. I could toughen-up if there was a chance for a cure and they were not just experimenting.

The other thing that helped, a treatment plan was put into place. That put me into battle mode and I never felt that helpless again. Even while waiting for F/U PET scans, I felt we had done the best we could.

It also helped that I was busy all the time providing care of one type or another. You become focused to cope with all that needs to be done.