Discombobulated

The countdown is on. In 24 hours, I'll be in the Hamilton cancer centre with radioactive juice in my system and sporting an I.V. to push even more into my veins during the CT scan. That test and the subsequent blood work will give Dr. H. the data he needs to present my options.

I have to admit, I'm feeling anxious this morning and as a result, my mind is rather scattered. The giant boa constrictor of worry wrapped itself around me about 20 minutes ago and I'm finding it difficult to breathe. My right eye is twitching too.

But I have an over-abundance of meetings today. That'll either be a good distraction or something that drives me right round the bend. My good friend also brought me a pink rose from the bush she planted for me when I was diagnosed. It's just about to open and it's beautiful. Perhaps that's a sign for good news tomorrow.

Luckily, I have the enjoyable distraction of my son's grade 8 graduation tonight. Being actively present to celebrate will help me from crawling the walls at home tonight.

As for my weekend, it was okay. Nothing spectacular, but not bad either. Michael and I went to the International Food Festival in downtown London and our family watched a couple of movies.
We cleaned the house (yuck) yesterday, so I feel better about its state. Anxiety and the feeling I should be doing something spectacular hung like a cloud over the entire two days, but what's done is done. It was quite normal. God willing, I'll continue to be able to experience normal.

Tomorrow I'll have answers. I'll let you know as soon as I know the direction of my path.

Wish me luck and maybe even a few prayers,
Tina