#28

Life starts to become a little more normal every day.  There’s major itching going on so I know that my incisions are healing.  The stress of not knowing about the results of the pathology is tangible but there isn’t much that I can do about that.  Every few days I call the patient navigator to see if there are any results yet, and each time the answer is, “Not yet.” We’ll just have to wait for the news but it isn’t easy on everyone that’s involved.

Sep 28: Our son and his family are in town for a wedding and Mike and I will be looking after their 2 year old.  I can’t lift him, but we can snuggle.  This is the day we also have our Vegas trip friends and their 3 kids (plus one girlfriend) over for dinner.  I don’t know how I thought I’d be okay to do a dinner for 10, but somehow it works out and I don’t do the dishes!

Sep 29: The band has been booked to play at Lake Ontario Park today.  That’s a one hour gig for the first annual Family Cycle Sunday and we’re going on as the second act starting at 11 a.m.  The plan is to meet at the park around 9 to get set up and organized.  I can’t carry much of anything since it’s just 10 days since surgery.  I have Mike bring along a stool just in case I have to sit down between songs, but I should be okay . . . I hope!  Getting through the songs isn’t as easy as I think it will be.  I don’t have the stamina or strength in my voice yet and I’m glad when it’s done.  That afternoon all I want to do is sit around and doze.  Maybe doing so much so soon wasn’t a good idea but it’s too late to worry about that now.

Sep 30:  The broker of our office has called a special meeting this morning.  Today we find out that Prudential Real Estate has been bought up by Royal LePage in Belleville.  We are no longer in business and we have until 4 p.m. to sign over to the new owner to keep our license active.  There have been a lot of changes in my life this year.  This is just one more challenge.

At the end of the meeting I check my phone and the patient navigator has left me a message.  The results are in!  I can hardly dial the number.  I get her voice mail.  For the next three hours I try to call without reaching her.  Finally, around 4 I get through.  Heart thumping loudly, I ask, “Should I be laughing or crying?”