On our not-so-social calendar for the next two weeks:
Mr J: First post-chemo scan tomorrow
Me: The feeling and the looking and the (oh yes) scoping of my various bodily curiosities that need checking to confirm that while still curious, they are also still benign. Or absent. I'll take either. (HEY! I am so awesome, even my insides are interesting ... Yeah, I'm not buying it any more than you are ... If I could go back and choose, I'd pick boring, pristine, healthy-as-a-horse body parts every time.)
Top priority in TWHQ, however, is that number one item up there. In fact, it's the only thing on the list for the next 24 hours.
Today Casa HalfGlass is all abuzz with the low hum of we're-just-chillin'-because-there's-nothing-we-can-do-except-pray-believe-and-hope-for-the-best just like we've been doing all along.
I'm thinking we'd better pace ourselves. I had forgotten how utterly exhausting doing nothing but waiting could be.