Friday, November 16, 2007

The next chapter, wherein something really scary happens...

It's been about a month since we've known something was wrong with T. Three years ago he battled stomach cancer with surgery, chemo and radiation - and so far - so good.

A completely routine screening test has turned up some other news. T is now looking at surgery again - this time for another part of his digestive tract. And remember - there's not much stomach left...so no one really knows what will happen next. He is meeting with yet another surgeon right now - while I sit across the river, working and waiting. I would be sitting next to him but for a huge presentation involving potential dollars and senior vice presidents.

There are no guarantees that the surgery will remedy everything. I think it will, and I hope it will, but until they get in there and biopsy everything - we won't know. I have known this man for more than half my life, and loved him for at least 20 years. I am not willing to take no for an answer on this one.

I thought I was handling it well until I lost all control on Wednesday and almost started world war 3 with a neighborhood mom. I am apologizing to her for my tone. Because my tone was way out of line and out of proporation to the situtation into which she inserted herself. But she inserted herself into something, yet again, and really pushed my very-sensitive-about-working-fulltime-and-not-being-aroundenoughtobeginwith buttons - and aside from phrases like "why are you talking to me about something that happened between my son and another child - not yours?", "you are the grown up", "wildly inappropriate for you to call me", "what were you expecting me to do at 1 pm at least an hour from home, when all the kids are fine?", "I haven't heard from the school about this..." and it just went on from there. T wants me to apologize for everything. I'm only feeling the apology on the tone, - because screwing with the mom code of conduct is just not acceptable. And yes - the quotation marks are too much - but blazing red anger doesn't show up well in text.

And then I had to go to the dentist. On that point alone it pretty much sums up the week.

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