After 10 long days, my SP is home from the hospital. I wish I had something encouraging and positive to say right now. Since I don't, I'll let you fill in that blank.
It's funny, the effect that stress has on the body. I've felt like I'm coming down with the flu for about 3 days now. I'm rarely sick, I think I've only had the ACTUAL flu twice in my life, that I can recall. But my body has decided that it's sick of this "dealing with the stress of cancer" shit. I feel hung over, headachey, stomachachey. I want to go home, even when I am home.
On Saturday, my youngest daughter graduates from college. Her sibs and I are taking a 3-day weekend trip to Denver to attend her ceremony. While I'm out of town, I forbid the following words be uttered in my presence:
Cancer
Job
Move
Money
House
Scared
Panic
Destitute
If I hear them - in any context - you may just want to gird your loins and then run for cover. It will get ugly.
Model Employee/40-Something Single Mom by day. Firefighter in Training/Siren Sex Goddess by night. When you are immersed in fire safety, physical conditioning and the over-40 dating scene, what's the worst thing that could possibly happen?
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