I knew this morning would be rough. I knew everyone would want more details. I don't KNOW details. I will meet with the surgeon on Thursday, and I have already started my list of questions. Kevin is going with me so I don't miss/forget anything. It's usually ME doing this for HIM. LOL
So, I went to work with the same attitude I've had all weekend. I joke. Someone put an order at my desk and I said, "I can't do all this work. I have CANCER!" I wanted to puke out that C word as much as possible, so my workmates could get used to it, and learn to say it. I made my girls say it this weekend, too. They're doing better.
It's cancer, and that's all I know. I'll know more Thursday. Until then, let's see how many times I can play the "cancer card" at work (and at home.) Tomorrow's my birthday, and I'll be able to say, "Please do _____ for me. It's my birthday. And I have cancer."
Evil? Me? Yeah, probably.