Apparently our Oncologist is considered conservative in his patient care. Which suits me just fine. I would rather be cautious than not. So, here we are for who knows how long. (We WILL go home tomorrow! Right?)
Work was work. It’s always been a J-O-B for me. Nothing flashy, nothing that fills my soul. Yet, it’s the best J-O-B I could have. Seriously. People keep commenting that it must be nice to ‘get away”. Well, to be honest, if I wanted to “get away” for a few hours, it wouldn’t be work. It would be time with friends, or a super dark brewski in a quiet corner with a good book/knitting & my tunes. Being with my family is all I want to do. For now. There will be a day when this will change. Right now, it is what it is. I’ll go to work, plugged and chug and do the right thing. I probably wouldn’t if Larry wasn’t behind me, supporting me to go. ‘Cause I know realistically, I NEED to work. On many levels, I need to work. He knows this and is gently “shoving” me out the door. Which I am grateful for. Today he sent me a picture of the RugRat asleep on the couch at 11:10. He was sacked out! I must admit, a few tears were shed.
Depending on what happens tomorrow AM, Larry is going to come and be with Gregory, while I head to work for a bit. Remember, we are going home tomorrow. Early.