Ah, yes. “Just waiting”. That seems to be my life these days. Waiting for payday to pay an overdue bill; waiting for the sun to come out and make it warm again; waiting to have a few moments to be able to get things done; waiting for healing; waiting for….; waiting…waiting….waiting….
Right now I’m in the Dining Hall at Farmington waiting for Alex to take his Final for his French class. It was supposed to start at 2:30, but the professor is running behind in getting through the “groups of two’s”—each student was paired with another, and they had to ask and answer questions with each other. So, now it’s 3:10 and he’s still not finished. ugh.
Alex came home this past Sunday; he and Bobby stopped by the college on their way home from their “road trip”; Alex was able to take his Finals in his other classes via email, but the French teacher wanted hers done in person, not over the phone or Skype. So, we had to make a round trip from Bangor to here, and we thought we’d be back on the road by 3….at the latest since the “test” was only 15 minutes long. I have my Civil Air Patrol meeting/Christmas party, and Alex has practice with the “band” at church (Bangor Baptist, just like he did all summer long).
On top of all that, it’s a wanna-be nasty day out there, with spitting snow and sort-of icy roads. Route 2 is nasty in icky weather, so the sooner we get out of here, the better. I don’t want to be traveling during the dark hours (which is around 4 pm up here).
On the way down here, I got a phone call (love cell phones) about the mammogram I had done this past Friday. They want me back in to have an ultrasound on my left breast. ugh. That’s the one with all the stupid fibroids in it, so it’s hard to tell which is a “real lump” and which is a fibroid; hopefully it will only be a fibroid that decided to smile at the camera instead of behaving itself and letting the technician/doctor know it’s only a fibroid.
I emailed my friend, Mary, who is a doctor (radiologist); a few years ago she was the person who read my mammogram, saw something on there, and let me know it was fine but they just wanted to double-check because of the breast cancer history in my mother’s side. My aunt (mom’s sister) died of breast cancer back in 1984/84; my mother had breast cancer in 2000/01.
Mary is the same friend who came to visit Katie after her heart surgery and calmed me down with a lot of feelings then, too. She’s a fantastic person.
Since I was driving when the hospital—Breast Center—called me, I couldn’t make an appointment right then, so she’s going to call me back tomorrow morning. Hopefully, I can get it done as soon as possible.
Ugh. It’s getting close to 3:30. I hope Alex is done soon. I can’t believe he only has one semester left and then he graduates.
In the meantime, I’ll just sit here and wait…and wait…and wait…..
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