I'm a little on the stressed side today. In less than an hour I'm due to sit before my oncologist and he's going to pronounce the results of a P.E.T. scan I took Tuesday. Good news will mean the cancer hasn't started to spread again. Bad news, I guess, will be anything else.
It's the waiting that's stressing me out. My mind is a total blank. I have no questions to pin him down with and I can see myself just nodding like a bobble-headed doll,; not really listening and definitely not comprehending what he's saying.
Luckily, my wife Tanya will be there, and she's got a butt load of questions that will keep him hopping and explaining for quite a while.
Once we leave, Tanya will dissect the visit and, as long as it's not a really bad visit, I'll be grateful just to lie back on the bed and have the cats crawl over me. That should take the focus off me for a while until they step on some tender bits that'll bring me back to Earth.
We'll just have to see.