
I never knew your story about cancer. I surely hope you take each day by day. You battled it and survived, think of the good points out of it, and you are here with us, and take time to tell loved ones ILY even if they are apart in different states, like a friend told me, "life is short" for all of us! Sometimes, we have to be the bigger person in our families to reach out , you know 

The tumor isn't related to the cancer, by the way. Just another hurdle. pffft


Yesterday I was called in to see the doctor...and I was literally scared to death.
It wasn't back...but it was "just a tumor." How funny it is that after all I've been through, a tumor can be seen as a blessing. Anyways, I had to have it removed today...they will check it and I should know more in a few days.
But what happened yesterday really did affirm my decision...I was just appalled and heartbroken. I ended up having to leave in the middle of my procedure to look for my kids and when I finally found them I realized I was still in my hospital gown, bleeding and under a lot of drugs. A prime example of the lack of support in my life. I mean, really. This kind of thing was typical for me. I'm sick of people telling me I'm strong or acting as if I'm exaggerating what the doctor is telling me. If anything, I often sugarcoat. Whatever...
Strong though you maybe, you should NOT have to be an island to yourself.I have mixed feeling on your posts. On the one hand, I'm relieved that it's just a tumor but I'm dismayed at the lack of your support in your life.Yesterday I was called in to see the doctor...and I was literally scared to death.
It wasn't back...but it was "just a tumor." How funny it is that after all I've been through, a tumor can be seen as a blessing. Anyways, I had to have it removed today...they will check it and I should know more in a few days.
But what happened yesterday really did affirm my decision...I was just appalled and heartbroken. I ended up having to leave in the middle of my procedure to look for my kids and when I finally found them I realized I was still in my hospital gown, bleeding and under a lot of drugs. A prime example of the lack of support in my life. I mean, really. This kind of thing was typical for me. I'm sick of people telling me I'm strong or acting as if I'm exaggerating what the doctor is telling me. If anything, I often sugarcoat. Whatever...
Pouring more sand into your hourglass...
More sand on the way...