I'm so nervous. In a few hours I get to go for my 3 month MRI results. In addition they are going to look and tell me if my bone is healing or if it's broken. I didn't realize how much stress these results put on my until just a few minutes ago. I ate a small breakfast and then threw everything back up. I'm too nervous to eat. Luckily for me, I'm working from home today so it's less embarrassing when I had to yack.
I feel better this time than any other time before. I think they will say my arm is still broken but showing signs of healing. I think my tumor will show that it's stable but not getting larger or smaller. I think today I'm going to leave there feeling what I already know. At least I hope so. At the same time, part of me prepares myself for the worst. I have a backup plan in case Fred decides to live yet again. I think that sucker is dead but I know the stats. I'm a numbers junkie. I'm addicted to reading all the good and bad stories.
I'm grateful to be able to go back to work and to lead a "normal" life again. I just need it to be 3pm so I can have the results.
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