TUESDAY, MARCH 18, 2008 01:00 AM, PDT
I went to meet with my new oncologist, Dr. Kurt Norman by myself that morning. After all, I'd been through this light lymphoma stuff before, and I had a good idea of what it was going to entail. I now just needed the details about when, where and let's get going. Except that's not the way it was going to go. Dr. Norman was kind, and thorough but concerned that no one was there with me, that this was going to be very serious news and a lot to take in. It certainly was. It wasn't going to be the easy kind. It was going to be the "I'm going to kick your patooty from here to there for 6 months". I left his office crying, of course. I called my husband from the parking garage. The attendant felt sorry for me and just let me leave without paying for my stay. Nice person. Wayne left work immediately to join me at home. I called my parents who likewise left their home to join me at my house. We sat around with the kids to tell them the somber news and express love and blessings to God that we would recover from this trial stronger and healthier.
Since I knew I was going to lose my hair soon anyway, I made an appointment with the Gene Juarez School Academy. Bad idea. Bad hair cut. Bad color. But, hey, it's all good.