Gotta Get outta here… May 12, 2008
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At 9:20 this morning, I had a scary doctors appointment. I knew what I was in for, so I was prepared, but still…
And all the way there I kept thinking…”I’ve gotta get outta here…anywhere”. I wanted to get in, hear it, and get out…and because I knew what they were going to say, once they were done, I would be free…no matter what the outcome…I was going to be free of it…the wonder. And I needed to be in the air…to breathe…to laugh…to let it go and forget it for while.
There’s relief in answers…even when it’s not good news…it’s just so much better to “know”.
I’ve been dealing with this for four years now…the unknown and pasting a smile on my face and pretending that I was just fine, when really I could hardly stand up.
After all this time we think we’ve got it figured out…and it isn’t so bad, really. Much better than the initial diagnosis, which had it been correct, I probably would have been dead by now. You would have missed me, huh? : )
And even though I didn’t get to “get outta here”, I still felt better, and knew I had the pass to get on with my life…that I was actually going to have a life…
finally…I get to start over.
Are you alright?
You just answered your own dilemma in “Talking About it…” “there’s relief in answers…even when it’s not good news…..it’s just so much better to “know” :O)
I am tickled pink that you are on your way to mending, in more ways than one; and you “know” you would have been missed MISSY! Welcome back.
Luv ya,
Shelly
Shewly –
That’s so funny because I did notice the irony while writing the second post…and since you brought it up…I’ve got something to say about it! : )
And…I love you, too! : )
And JOY…I’ll be sending you a private note…but yes, I will be fine, and thank you so much for asking!
Keeks