Growing a Pair

 

It was a good day. I had lunch with my aunt and it was nice to spend that time with her, my daughter came too. It took my mind off of things.

Lots of phone calls from the hospital today.

The Port nurse called with questions and instructions. She seemed rather flighty to me.

My oncologist called to discuss next week’s treatments and said, “How about how great those Echo results were.”

My nurse oncologist navigator called to prep me with information for treatment. Apparently, I am going to be there this first time for HOURS.

And then I got the courage to call Steve. He had reached out to me but I just couldn’t talk to him. It was hard. It was Steve. Those of you who know me know how hard that was. He was also co-writer of my new theme song and said he would happily help record it.

I thought a lot about Ron Brown today, my kids’ father. How close we were and of course, how competitive we were. How he was such a huge creative influence in my life.

Today was the day for saying things out of the blue, I told my daughter, “I am going to live longer than your father.”

To which she replied, “Why are you still competing with Dad?”

“Because he’d want it that way. We always competed.  In everything.”

He was fifteen years older than me. That’s my goal at least!

Anyhow, I went to my son’s show tonight. I didn’t do stand up, I was in the mood to just watch. It was wonderful. Strangers, no social anxiety. A friend I’ve known for decades was there he had no idea what was going on with me and it was so awesome to get a hug that wasn’t sympathetic if that makes sense. Glad to see you sort of thing.

I realized tonight that my social anxiety has to do with facing people with my disease.

Family functions, church.

Speaking of church.

I think cancer removed my filter.

Not that I had much of a filter as it was, but now it’s gone. Almost as if I can’t control what comes out of my mouth. We were at church staff meeting and when asked my thoughts on the new, young Associate pastors’ sermon, it just rolled from my mouth in honesty. She looked at me with daggers and shock. I was being honest. I apologized for being blunt. But it was already said.

Before I could stop myself … I just started ranting.

I don’t like that side of me. Maybe subconsciously I am thinking life’s too short to not be honest.

I’m tired. I hope I can get some rest. 6 am comes early. I did write tonight as well.

Tomorrow … port of de insertion. Am I nervous? Heck yeah. I’ll fill you in.