Yes, blog fans. 3 months have passed in a flash and now it’s anxiety time again. Monday it’s back in the saddle again; not literally though. For those of you lucky enough to have never endured a gyno exam; you put your feet in stirrups (insert vague saddle reference here), scoot your butt down…no just a bit more, relax your legs and wait for the inevitable. Granted, I am happy to go through this because that means I am in my post-treatment phase. But I do have issues (don’t we all?); some hair loss, probable lymphedema and more. I also have had the occasional loss of perspective on my life during these past 3 months. Allow me to demonstrate…
I lost a mixed doubles tennis match the other night. I played pretty well but it was accentuated by two God-awful misses in a tie-break. That pissed me off and I drove home, scowling and sulking in a land of self-deprecation to find out that the ACE HEATING guys never flippin’ showed to fix our furnace. Once in the shower, warm and cozy with my crappy attitude, I realized that the sun will still rise in the east and set in the west and that I am DAMN lucky to be out on a tennis court; win or lose. Monday is only the middle part of my anxiety. It will build all weekend until my actual exam and then really kick in when the phone call comes back with the test results. Just like in school: I never minded the actual tests, just getting them back and seeing the results.
