You know what it's like when shit piles up. Well... that's a pretty good description of what has been going on around here. Mom's PET, my sister's MRI were just the icing on an already piled too high mess of stuff. Hearing Barb's voice confirming "it's not ovarian cancer, my breast cancer has spread to my ovaries" was the tipping point for the whole mess. And there's Barb, offering me love and hugs when mom called to let me know the whole "plan" for this biopsy changed.
Of course, I sprang into action and this morning, I am at MSKCC for my annual (I THINK it's annual although it may be a six month thing again) check up with the gyn oncologist. I am prepared to get a "we need to redo" something in the days ahead. I swear, I won't freak.
My priorities are all straight. I can't do a damn thing. I'm sticking with my ever famous mantra.
"There's nothing to talk about until there is something to talk about."
Thanks, Ann But Doctor I Hate Pink for the gentle reminder in a wonderfully written comment she left yesterday.
Great suggestion, too..... about the Christmas tree....... Here's the ever so lovely photograph... the tree is crooked, nary a light to be found BUT, with good reason. I was busy doing some shopping. I can internet shop 24/7 but if I need a department store, I have to schedule my time around THEIR hours. Today, I will finish the brick and mortar shopping after I leave the doctor's office. Then, I'll make this tree rival the one in Rock Center.
Unless, of course, I decide to have a PTSD meltdown when I leave that building.
I may forget the holiday shopping in favor of the best retail therapy I can find..... Shoe Shopping..... because I'm with Marilyn on this one....
"Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world."
Fully decorated tree photo to follow shortly. Meantime, the tree is beautiful.... it just needs a bit of adjusting and lots of lights. Lots and lots of lights......