It took me a day, but I cried it all out. I was exhausted and going crazy for being home so long. Two weeks doesn't seem like a long time, but believe me it is when you're floating around doing nothing. I knew it was time to venture out because I started to hate my bed! This always happens to me. I get uncomfortable and need to change my surroundings.
One time I made Paul sleep in the opposite direction of our bed, because I was convinced that if our heads faced North we would sleep better. He did and slept well. I just got confused when I got up in the middle of the night to pee!
I decided to fix the un-comfy bed problem by buying soft pretty new sheets. It worked! That night I crawled (sleeping pills in hand) into a comfy bed.
This week in Dr News
I sent a piece of my tumor to the Wiesenthal Clinic in California to have them dissect it. They will then figure out what kind of treatments may kill my cancer. They test it against everything out there....chemo's, drugs..etc. I am hoping to get these results this week. I have an appointment on the 3rd to see Dr. McChemo / Sarcoma.
I'm not feeling sad anymore. I still have my moments, but I don't like to be Debbie Downer! I can't live like that, in a depressed state. You can't always change the cards you were dealt. I do control other things that are important. The things that make life easier. I just hate not smiling.
Smile & enjoy the day.