I cannot really believe that this happened but I did a complete meltdown in this new doctors waiting room ...I'm sitting there waiting for my appointment (he's running late of course) and it just came over me so suddenly...Another doctor I don't even know, another waiting room, more aggravation and more hurt....I'm feeling totally overwhelmed in a strange building and there isn't even one human being in that building that I know or that gives a flip about me. I don't know what this doctor even looks like...is he young, old, freaky or scary looking...young enough to be my great grand child... The next thing I know I am fighting back the tears and it doesn't help that I couldn't take a pain pill because I had to drive and so I am not exactly comfortable...and he is 45 minutes behind schedule since freaking lunch time...OK I'm bitching but my eyes are over flowing and I feel like a fool but I can't seem to stop it from happening. I mean I didn't even cry when they said 'LUNG CANCER' so why now I don't know but it happened the last time I had cancer too. I was just trudging along doing the Breast Cancer thing and then Wham! It was the morning I was going for my first radiation treatment and I just started and couldn't stop. So that is where I am now....Sitting here all by myself, thank goodness, and feeling better. The Doctor was a very nice man and I respect that he know what he will be doing next Friday ...I finally realized that part of the problem might be that what backbone I really have, I borrow from John and he wasn't there to keep me balanced and focused...He had chores to do in Austin and left me in charge of this one small insignificant little trip to the doctors office. Obviously I failed miserably but I'm going to put on my big girl panties now and see if I can't get back to feeling in control. ...Well maybe I'll have a glass of Blackstone and see if that will help....should I slip a narcotic in on top of the wine...That might be more fun...Thanks all for letting me get this whine out of my system.
I posted this on my website and a dear friend read it and called me and said...Open the wine...I'm coming over.....We killed two bottles of wine and I got it out of my system and today, I feel fabulous...well as fabulous as you can feel knowing you have lung cancer.



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