Bad news yesterday about my skin cancer. It's not surface and will need surgery, so I was low. I might have handled it better if a doctor had called instead of a technician, but who knows? She was not the most skillful and mentioned the M word, and then couldn't book me until the last day in March. When I asked if that was okay, she threw the decision back at me, and then, when I said "How do I know what is best?" she said she'd ask the doctor and get back to me. Which she has not of yet.
Luckily, I called my dear friend and she left a voice mail that reassured me, and I did what I've been practicing for: I enjoyed moment by moment the rest of the day. We went on a walk and then my Irish relative and I shopped at REI, which she worships.
I told my relative and husband I was going to take a few moments to feel sorry for myself, and then I'd be ready to roll, and I was. I'm grateful I was not alone when I got the call, and had my backup band.
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