I spent a whole afternoon without checking the hospital portal

Dear Delyara, After completing treatment for lymphoma, I began checking my hospital portal repeatedly for test results, appointment changes, and messages that might contain bad news. Some days I opened it thirty times. My therapist helped me create limits: one scheduled check each evening, no searching between appointments, and activities that required both hands and full attention. Yesterday, I took my nephew to a science museum. We built a paper rocket, watched a planetarium show, and ate overpriced pizza. On the train home, I realised I had not thought about the portal for five hours. I had not checked my neck for swollen glands or interpreted tiredness as recurrence. Fear returned later, and I checked at the agreed time. There were no new messages. The good day was not proof that cancer would never return. It was proof that uncertainty could exist somewhere in my life without occupying every room.