Real life ....
Just when you think that everything is going fine and you have life figured out, reality jumps up and bites you in the ass. This happened to my wife and I this week. A month or so ago, she told me it was time for her yearly 'female' tests. This is something that she's done faithfully since turning 40. Everything has always been good and we've gone another year with peace of mind. Yesterday though, reality rose up to greet us.
I was awakened yesterday morning with her standing beside my bed crying. No, sobbing would be a better description. I knew she had to go in for her results and immediately jumped up. Her doctor told her that her mammogram was "abnormal" and wanted to do a follow up test Friday. Needless to say, yesterday was very rough on both of us. We did searches on the type test they want to preform tomorrow to see what it entailed.
Our optimism wasn't increased by this.
There were a lot of tears. I managed to get her calm to the point of being able to read the pages on the screen but I was feeling like breaking down myself. I had to get out of the house so both of us could "face ourselves" in the light of this news. I had to stop twice on the way to my coffee hangout just to clear my eyes. I'd be ok for a few minutes and then thoughts of the worst kind would pop into my head and it'd start all over again.
I fought the urge to share this news with everyone I talked to. I mentioned it to Chrissy because I felt I was ready to break down again and at least needed to get it out. Because of her tendancy to be as blunt as I am, I knew she wouldn't sugar coat a response. This was what I expected and what I got. It was both good and bad. I guess I wanted someone to look at me and say it was going to be alright. I know she wanted to say it but being a realist she didn't.
So friends, that's where we stand. Probably seven days or so from hearing anything substantial. Will keep you posted.
I was awakened yesterday morning with her standing beside my bed crying. No, sobbing would be a better description. I knew she had to go in for her results and immediately jumped up. Her doctor told her that her mammogram was "abnormal" and wanted to do a follow up test Friday. Needless to say, yesterday was very rough on both of us. We did searches on the type test they want to preform tomorrow to see what it entailed.
Our optimism wasn't increased by this.
There were a lot of tears. I managed to get her calm to the point of being able to read the pages on the screen but I was feeling like breaking down myself. I had to get out of the house so both of us could "face ourselves" in the light of this news. I had to stop twice on the way to my coffee hangout just to clear my eyes. I'd be ok for a few minutes and then thoughts of the worst kind would pop into my head and it'd start all over again.
I fought the urge to share this news with everyone I talked to. I mentioned it to Chrissy because I felt I was ready to break down again and at least needed to get it out. Because of her tendancy to be as blunt as I am, I knew she wouldn't sugar coat a response. This was what I expected and what I got. It was both good and bad. I guess I wanted someone to look at me and say it was going to be alright. I know she wanted to say it but being a realist she didn't.
So friends, that's where we stand. Probably seven days or so from hearing anything substantial. Will keep you posted.
posted by OpinionatedSOBinTN at 4:09 PM
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