So, those of you who know me well probably already know the suckitude that seems to have decended on us again. If not, here’s the short version: it looks like Lauren’s cancer is making an most unwelcome reappearance. Damn. Damn and DAMN is really all I can say. I don’t know why I allowed myself the luxury that it was gone for good. I guess the heart wants what it wants, you know? We won’t know all the details and what it involves until the biopsy results are back and Mary & Steve talk with the surgeon and the oncologist. But still. FUCK. (sorry, La. But in some cases, it’s warranted. This is one of them.)
Once I got beyond my deep sadness over this, I was able to move into “being of service” mode and went with them to pick her up from UVA. I also accompanied them to the biopsy appointment. Oh yes, waiting is fun while you are writing 2 750 page papers on Change Theory E, O, X and Y. Luckily, this chick’s brain could wrap itself around the concepts and I think I did okay. (Don’t ask, K?) I also managed to help La not hyperventilate and called her “Starvey McWhinypants” (she was whining about being hungry and antsy) and make her laugh so my dual role as healer/comic relief was fulfilled. More on this as it develops.
The Uni told me to stop asking why things like this happen to people (especially people I love with all my heart). There are reasons we can never know for why things play out the way they do. I keep my faith that all is for the highest good and move on.
Still and all – FEH, you know?
Duty comes home a couple days earlier on Thursday (instead of Saturday) and I will be glad to see him. It’s been a LONG three weeks.
Today is my chill day so I am taking this opportunity to bring order to chaos (ie: straighten up the house) and gear up for more days of doing and going.
More later, perhaps.