The medications I take make my legs feel like jelly. The sense of impending doom makes me feel like I'm submerged under water, but yet I can't drown. There's no assuring oxygen deprived thoughts of 'it will all be over soon' yet the panic & fear grow stronger. That has been me, since the day I found out we were leaving, & now, the day I tell my beloved doctor, the panic rises into my throat. I can't breathe or think but no hand reaches into the water to pull me up.