It was snowy and very cold this morning, but the Prius with studded snow tires is awesome and we got to our meeting on time. Lots of folks wished me well, and there were emails, texts and calls coming in all day which was nice. one of my colleagues shared that his 24 yr old, soon-to-be daughter in law has cancer. My situation is depressing in many ways, but I can't even imagine being that young with a cancer diagnosis. I told him he should be proud of his son not to have shied away from the girl he loved because she was ill.
When I got up to leave for the airport, I have to admit I almost burst into tears. It's show time. I'm off to surgery, and some level, as small as I will work for it to be, of disability. Scary. And sad -- for me, my family and friends. Then, the drive down I-70 to the airport SUCKED. What should have been less than an hour took close to 2. I was stressed about making my flight, which had been reporting on time all day, but I should have known better. It left an hour late. Actually, given how bad the weather was, that's pretty good. We'll be in Houston at 11:15, which means I should be at the hotel by midnight. Glad I got into the hospital hotel last night, after 12 days on the waiting list! Those random calls can be winners, as the guy at the desk the night I made the reservation explained.
Testing starts at 6:15 am tomorrow.
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