This weekend was supposed to take my mind off things. Bryan took the weekend off to celebrate our anniversary. We went to the Red Sox game; I was hoping to forget that I haven't been feeling well. It had been cool when we left our house, but we got to the park, and it was hot and muggy. Muggy air makes it hard to breath. We get to our seats (which were incredible!) and they start announcing that it was conquer cancer night (cue the tears). We enjoyed ourselves, had all the good food from the park and headed home.
The kids spent the night at my moms house, which they were so excited to do. But its a different bed, and the power was out so they didn't sleep well. Cue Baelor being a train wreck of emotions. Trent noticed on the calendar that my scan is coming up on Baelor's birthday and asked why it had to be that day. I explained that I didn't have much of a choice and they make the appointments for me. He said he didn't think it was fair-I agree buddy, nothing about this is fair.
Tomorrow is a new day. And its family picture day! I will get a good night's sleep. I won't care that I don't feel my best, that I feel like I have gained more weight than I would have liked, that my rash is back and I am on antibiotics (again). I won't worry about my scan for the rest of the night...what happens will happen and I can't change the outcome.
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