Very early on, I was feeling like I wanted to comfort my T when she was sick, and she said, "I can take care of myself." I felt that answer was like a slap in the face, and we talked about how it made me feel.
T called last night to change my appointment time for next week, and she told me why: she has to have a treatment (for her cancer) at that time (I know what kind of treatment it is, too.). It's just before she leaves on a 2-week vacation; I'll see her this week, and next week, and then not until after July 20th. It's a long break for me, but I feel that she really needs this break to relax and recharge. I admit I am a bit anxious, but am trying really hard not to slide into The Pit.