I want to thank #45 for helping me push away the small minded.
I woke up to waffles because TGB is cooler than you.
Monday was her official five year check-up. Five years is the biggie. The last five years of follow-ups have been, well, the days leading up to are always mentally and emotionally exhausting. One scare and one surgery in those five years will make it so you take nothing for granted.
So when I take a step back and look at the last five years I realize that I was not the only one taking care of TGB. Well, I was (I'm just a little more awesome than you) but, a lot of my friends stepped up and took care of me so that I could do that thing I am supposed to do.
And make no mistake, if you are a caretaker, find yourself support. Don't burden the person you're caring for with cancer and taking care of your whiney ass. That's what friends are for.
Somewhere along the way I managed to surround myself with people who help me keep it together when, internally, I am coming apart.
Thank you for that. Yous know who yous are.
Anyway, we wait for test results but, doc said everything looked great.
So we can bang?
He was not amused.
Well, not this hole at least.
He gets it.