A good day is better than a bad day
When I got the phone call this afternoon that ET's biopsy results were negative, I sat down and sobbed like a little girl. I don't think I could have gone through THAT again, not this soon.
Still not sure what the plan is, whether they'll remove the mass or not. But its a very good day. A very, very good day.
So, its onward, and upward....
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When I got the call I walked out of my classroom, stood outside and sobbed like a little boy. (sorry Jim, I couldn't help myself on that one) All I've done ever since is say "thank you, thank you, thank you". I actually never believed my God would do that to this family again. How timely is Sunny Spring Bliss's blog today! Thank you!
Whew! And yahoo! And feel the love.
When I got the call, I cried with all of you. When I got the second call saying they had read me the wrong test results, I didn't cry, I didn't blink, I just stared off in total disbelieve. Why the cruel joke?
The past 24 hours were meant to teach me something I suppose, but for the life of me I can find no great lesson in that one. Other than the fact the final answer was also negative... What a roller coaster ride. I never want to get on that one again. I still worry I'm going to get another phone call saying they're still not sure.
For now I will take deep breaths and thank God for my amazing family and friends!!!
Anonymous - your strength is remarkable. Because of all you give, always, to others - I just knew the glass would be half full - but now I'm rethinking this - It think your glass if 'full'. A life threatening illness certainly takes it toll but it also can teach us that all the other stuff, the posessions, the title, don't mean a thing compared to who you are inside -I miss you Sis.
Can you tell by the typos and grammar errors that I wrote that at school, with 11 germ-infested rugrats running around? Huh? Huh?
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