OK, I’ve waited long enough. I went in for a biopsy of a spot on my left breast on March 3, and it’s been four working days. My results should be back. Jeff has more or less taken the day off, and I’m working up until the time of my appointment with the surgeon. But his office calls that morning - the results aren’t back yet; don’t bother coming in. Would Friday work OK?
I don’t know what to do - should I stay at work like nothing has happened? I haven’t been able to focus since they told me I would need a biopsy.
I call Jeff and tell him the appointment is off, and that I don’t know what to do. He says he’s going to take a shower and get ready for work, and we can play it by ear. I go back to my desk and try to concentrate, but I’m shaking and nervous. Forget it - I’m taking the rest of the day off.
It’s beautiful outside. When I get home, I decide ’m going to open the windows and enjoy the day. No, even better, I’m going to spring clean. Poor Jeff comes downstairs in shirt and tie while I’m cleaning out the cat box.
Soon, he’s in sweats, too, and helping me move the furniture in the living room. The rug, I’ve decided, smells bad and needs to go. He rolls up the rug and helps me move the furniture around so I can clean the hardwood floor in the living room, all the windows and the front door open. When we’re done with our spring cleaning, we’ve got a new rug, a sparkly clean floor, a dusted entertainment center and I’m happy. For the next few days, I’m pleased just with our “new” living room.
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