A day and a half went by. Even though I was still at home recovering from surgery, we had hope.
Until the phone rang Friday around lunch time. It was the surgeon. My stomach fell. you know that feeling when you are riding a roller coaster and your stomach drops. Yeah, that feeling.
It is never good when the actual doctor calls you on the phone. If everything is fine, the nurse calls and tells you “Your results look good, see you at your next appointment.” You can even hear the smile in the nurse’s voice. But when the doctor calls….that is completely different.
I heard him inhale deeply before he said “I’m afraid I have bad news. You have cancer.” My housekeeper, who just happened to be working that day, could see the color drain from my face. I sat down in the nearest chair and waited for the rest of it. “I would like you to come in this afternoon to discuss your options.” Continue reading
see that movie, I think “I’m going to make a bucket list.” In the movie they have some pretty extreme items on their list. One of my extreme items is to fly on a private jet.