Not to be melodramatical or anything, but I think I might be headed for a bit of a nervous break down...
If you've been reading along as of late, you know things aren't so peachy.
I'm a clinically depressed pregnant and unmedicated mama of a 2yo old with more than a dash of chronic illnesses...
Eh. Whatevs. Right? Right.
Then I found out I might have cancer.
Then someone rear-ended us and fucked up our car.
Then my Huz's Nana died.
I'm feeling tons of guilt on that front, b/c I loved his Nana and I so wish I could fly out with him for the funeral, but it's not my focus.
My focus is on the baby growing in my belly and the possible cancer that could be invading my reproductive system...
the boy got sick.
Then I got sick
All in the last week.
Now my husband is sick, and I'm just getting sicker. Pretty sure we all need antibiotics...
Also fairly certain I have an ear infection, and frankly, I want to crawl in bed and die.
All of that I can handle...
What I can't, is the email from my Ob's office informing me that the earliest I can expect biopsy results is tomorrow morning.
My Huz gets on a plane to West Virginia for his Nana's funeral tomorrow morning at 5 am...
So IF I get the call tomorrow, I'm going to be ALONE.
If it's good news, as in:
"Hey, it's still just severe pre-cancer, so no worries! We'll just do a hysterectomy after you deliver. Easy Peasy, gurl!"
Then I'll do a little dance with O, call my husband, and maybe, finally breathe. Through my mouth though, as my nose is filled with snot...
If it's bad news, as in:
"You have Cancer, and we need to discuss your 'options' in regards to your pregnancy and treatment"
I may just go off the deep-end.
I'm stretched a tad thin...
Send up some lovin' for me if you can.
Thanks so much to all of you who's been on top of that so awesomely already.
Love you crazy kids.