My doctor suggested a cognitive therapist yesterday to deal with the trauma that I seem to have as a result of chemotherapy and radiation. I asked a therapist friend what she thought and she recommended a book called Healing from Trauma by Jasmin Cori. Thanks to the modern world, I could download it onto my Kindle, and start reading.
I stayed up late into the night reading about trauma. I doubt many of us get to my age without some trauma, but then each of us handles it differently. For me, when my veins see a needle, it means poison, and they hide as far inside as they can go. That makes absolute sense when you think about it. Those of us who survived, learned which berries to eat and which to avoid. If something makes you sick, you don't do it again.
I haven't finished the book so don't yet know what I'll do to help with this unconscious fear, but I am grateful to live where, if I so choose, there are people who may be able to help.
bardcat posted about his mother yesterday. I am so touched by his post. Though my mother died over seven years ago now, I feel my mother close to me each day. I feel her embrace.