I finally figured out what's wrong. It's one more confirmation that this is actually going to happen, I'm really going to have chemotherapy. I keep thinking I will get a call that says, "hey, you aren't really going to have to have chemo" and every step I take takes me further from the fantasy.
But, the good news is that both boys acknowledged me at the high school football game and skit night (it's Homecoming week) and both boys said they would pray for me tomorrow. Whitney was sweet to me and brought me a blow pop to the game (LOVE them!) He's been so patient and sweet to me, he's such a great guy, and I think I'm pushing every button out there. I don't mean too, not intentional, just happens.
One of my friends (he's male) said something pretty funny, made me laugh and do a mental check. That's something I love about males in general, they make me laugh and they really dilute the drama that's going on in my head. He reminded me that cancer or no cancer my tendencies (how I was acting in previous blog) reflected females in general. THAT was so very funny to me, sure did relieve some pressure of being a cancer beeatch!!
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