I’m spending today finishing up laundry and doing surgery prep ... which means I had to drink the nasty stuff and I’ll be staying close to the can all day. ‘Nuff said.
So how are we?
I’m over it. I’m ready for this to be done with. I’ve done my worrying, my planning, my preparing, my normaling. I’d now like to be recovering and done-ing.
It’s the kids. Seriously.
Ezra asks every day if there’s any new information. He’s thoughtful and ruminates about how cancer is terrible and wants to know that once this is done all the cancer cells will be out of my body. He’s
Audrey is a bigger fish. She is an energetic, amazing teenager. She’s into lots of things, is a lot of fun, and is just OUT THERE in terms of her personality and fire. But inside ... guys, she’s really imploding. She’s SOOOO worried about me. I can’t explain how much she doesn’t give off that vibe, but it’s eating her alive. I’m so ready for this to be over, for HER sake.
Also- there’s the hoping there are no complications and that this can be a one-and-done situation, vis a vis the C word.
Meals have been planned, rides are standing by, the house is mostly cleaned up and laundry taken care of ... so now ... we wait.