I had a great/terrible day. My friends made it awesome, but work was really hard. I can handle hard work, but today was different. Maybe because I'm 36 hours from knowing all the details of the cancer? I was just a bit teary all day.
I didn't break down, and I didn't cry. I'm still OK. I just keep building my list of questions for the surgeon, and keep on keepin' on. I know life goes on, and I'm thankful that life goes on. I'm thankful that I'm still super-busy at work. However, there are short moments during the day that I wish I could shut down for 3 minutes, cry, and then move on.
I won't, and I'm fine. I just had a day. I think the biggest problem was, "Happy Birthday! You have Cancer!" That's probably it. I don't know, but I'm guessing.
I need to get Thursday's appointment over with, so I know what we're up against. After Thursday morning, I'll be fine. That's the plan. Fine.