I'm the one people call for encouragement, and advice. I'm the cheer-leader and motivational speaker, and consummate optimist. But I'm feeling weepy, and not so up.
Houston, February 16, prostate exam; February 26, biopsy prostate; February 28, diagnosis, cancer. March 3, husband flies to SF for conference; March 5, husband flies to Nevada (our permanent home) March 6th, I do the rehearsal dinner at my house(30 people for dinner) - I cut the tip of my finger off including the fingernail...I think my mind was somewhere else.
March 7, son's wedding; March 8, husband flies to Texas; (Bay Ciy where he works and we live most of the time) I stay in Nevada to watch the kid's dog while they honeymoon.
March 10th, Houston, pre-op. Bone scan and CT scan. March, 12th, results from scans - clean; Thank God.
March 16th, I fly to Texas, March 24 drive to Houston, March 25th (my birthday - congratulations it's a prostate)...6-hour surgery at the Methodist hospital. Friday, March 26th, husband is discharged, we drive 2 hours home (Bay city). March 27th, we rest.
March 28th, Sunday we leave for Nevada, with dog. We stop every hour and a half. It takes almost 3 days to get to Nevada. He is doing well. The dog is grateful to be home. Me - a little emotional.
April 4, husband gets confirmation for a one month contract in Africa. April 6, catheter removed. Life is getting close to normal. April 7th, meet with tax man. He tells us we owe $7k. Ouch. April 8th, Disability for husband is half of what we were told. Same day we receive a letter from IRS saying our taxes last year were wrong we owe an addiltional $1700. Tomorrow, April, 10th. Husband leaves at 9:am for Uganda. One month. I'm staying in Nevada with dog.
Still emotional. I think I just needed to lay it out. I think I know why my eyes are leaking.
Did I tell you we might be moving to Uganda?
I'm not sad, or depressed...just a little emotional.