Just got a call from my sister, Erica, who just got off the phone with mom. While the biopsy went well, she is going back for surgery next week. Mom wouldn't elaborate any further with Erica except to say that she was not doing well and wanted to wait until she got home to tell us her news, and that she was trying to hold it together because she didn't want my Aunt Carolyn (who is staying with her at the hospital right now) to know any details yet. Mom will be getting home tomorrow, although she is not sure what time.
My over-active imagination has kicked in and I'm certain that I'll be completely useless tomorrow at work. I'm fighting the urge to jump in the car and drive to M.D. Anderson Hospital which, I know, would be ridiculous. At this point, it would be very easy for me to become a complete basket-case. And then,
I can see all of us getting together with mom tomorrow to talk about the results and finding out that the news is not as dire as my imagination has made it, and we'll walk away actually feeling better than we do going in to the conversation.
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Both Wolfie and Drew are sick. Drew has been running fever since last weekend and now has very tight head congestion and her throat is somewhat sore. Wolfie too, is congested and his throat is beginning to bother him. I've got a buffet of medications I'm working off of.
Beyond this, I can't even think...
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