I'm sitting in a plush hotel about a mile from the hospital where I'm having my biopsy tomorrow. A hotel you may ask? Why would I need to stay in a hotel? SNOW. We are supposed to have lots of snow, and my mom was worried we would be stranded among piles of snow causing us to miss my appointment. I guess that tells you who is tired of waiting and ready for something...
Although earlier I said the hard part was the waiting, I'm actually happy I have had this time. I feel strong and very ready to face the inevitable. I have been able to process everything and have come to the point of acceptance. So, time is good. Not something to fear or panic, just something to allow acceptance and store up strength.
Tonight I had dinner with some of my best friends from high school. As we finished dinner and moved into the living room to finish our glass of wine, my friend's oldest son yelled at the top of his lungs from the basement, "I NEED TO POOP!" Immediately dad jumped up and tended to the situation. If only we could all just yell out our needs in this liberating way. :)
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