Slow Drip

The weekend was like turning on a faucet to a minimal drip and watching it slowly fill a bucket. I am still waiting for it to be filled. Friday's appointment and biopsy was pretty intense. The first snap of the gun was like the one they use for piercing your ears. Sounded all too familiar but the pain was no where in comparison. Fortunately they administered additional numbing meds when the tears came to the surface and the remainder of the pops were just that, pops.

Waiting is the hardest for me. I just assume sleep from Friday till Tuesday, but life does go on and laundry has to be done, dinners made and cats fed. I walk around the apartment wondering what Tuesday will hold. I am trying to "keep busy" - ha, that's a joke. How do you keep your mind from thinking the worst. I keep telling myself, "But for the grace of God." This too shall pass.

The doctors here in TN are awesome. I just am amazed at their compassion and follow-up. Now the wait continues and tomorrow will tell.