Relieved but not entirely

I know, always a spoiler alert.  I'll sleep better tonight.  Thanks Regina for ruining my sleep.  Stupid mean girl.

I didn't turn into the sullen cancer patient this morning.  Quiet maybe, but not ornery as I was feeling.  I could have sworn that I saw Jerry the dry cleaner drive past me as I walked through their parking garage.  I saw a flash of grey and looked.  Nice jeep.  Kind of an I'm not a jerk, but I do like an interesting vehicle kind of thing if that was him.  I appreciate that he didn't drive like an asshole like most people in parking garages. 

I had blood work. It was explained to me that this would determine if I might be at risk for a recurrence in the 10 years.  Science is fascinating even if it sounds scary.  If I'm at risk, then I'll be back with CT scans.  If not, nice knowing you.

What do I think will happen?  I don't know.  Kind of worried.  I wonder does the worry ever go away?  It was all good and it would be once a year if I continue on.  I get it.  I just proceed with caution.  

I was surprised at how well my arm looks.  Normally it looks beat up with a nice big bruise. I did see how much blood was taken after it was done.  I'm so amazed that they can figure that out from my blood.

F off RFK Jr for cutting off funding for cancer research.  

I could have sworn I might have seen a mirage when I left.  Another Jerry the dry cleaner moment, but it was at the end of the hall.  It was nothing.  I was hoping it was a clone just for me maybe?  I don't know.

I made a stop for tacos.  I don't eat fast food much but once in awhile tacos makes the icks feel better.  I wasn't looking forward to signing in and have any discussion about what I emailed.  I didn't.  I know that will be next week and it might be ok.  I'm just glad that I will have time to calm down more.

I don't know what's going on with Gavin Newsom but I'm here for it.  We can't think about 2028.  We have to think about it now damn it.  Good for him.

Am I worried about my test results?  Sort of.  It's not the worst thing in the world but when I see pictures of Shannen Doherty online I think I will do what I have to do to make sure this never happens again.


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