I avoided it all day. The doctors at Johns Hopkins had told me that they wouldn't have the results of my biopsys until Monday - but I avoided calling until late in the day. And, since denial is not just a river in Egypt they told me the bad news - its cancer and its spread.There was a lot of yadda yadda about treatments and clinical trials, but I just climbed into bed and put the covers over my head. I gave myself 2 and a half hours (til 8pm EST) to feel sorry for myself because the "Community" marathon was coming on NBC. I did tell relatives - and they blew up my phone. I figure this time I'll try a blog.....
My sister in law, who has also had health issues at Johns Hopkins, says you go from "Good Patient" to "bad patient" real fast. The "Good Patient" waits patiently for every test and endures every needle, hoping that someone, anyone, can tell her what's wrong. The "Bad Patient" wonders why the fuck someone has to wake you at 3am to take a temperature!
3 comments:
You couldn't have selected a better visual representation, LOL!
Pesky relatives,always calling when you're trying to sleep! :>)
You are in my daily prayers. Let me know what we can do here at work.
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