So, I'm on a path I know so well as a caregiver, not a survivor. My experience is on the side of the hospital bed, not in it. But, hey...I'm not calling the shots. The Universe sees fit that my life needs a new wrinkle. At 58, I'm still learning how I am NOT in control. However, I refuse to go down without a fight. I'm pissed! This is such a nuisance. I was just getting the hang of being a senior and enjoying those fabulous discounts.
Once I recuperate from the surgery where they took out a bunch of stuff (and I still didn't loose any weight) the name of this game is wait. Wait for 3wks until UCSF checks out my biopsy. They find traces of cancer cells in my abdomen and pelvis. The visit with my oncologist is not a happy one. I'm still peeved, but now a bit scared. He really puts it into perspective. Dr. Palchak says this is "serious" and I believe him. I try not to sink, my Bridgett's eyes are so big and full of tears. My Tommy is clearing his throat and quiet.
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