For the past 300 years, since COVID hit, my usual (and favorite) in-person cancer support group went on hiatus, because an unpredictable disease mixing with immunocompromised people is a terrifying prospect. We’ve recently started meeting, again. And I am incredibly grateful, both because it’s always a treat not to have to focus on my health for an hour a week, and because there’s no better form of trauma processing than helping other folx on their journey (which is my subtle way of saying to my group members, “I love you all, and wish nothing but success and joy for you, but I go largely for what you give me, selfish as that…