She’s gonna blow any minute!
The father looks ready to grab the kid and run at the first sign of a hot flash!
And he thought her PMS was bad!
She probably has just read “The Feminine Mystique” by Betty Freidan and she wants to escape the confines of her middle-class prison and decide to “find” herself.
She’ll refuse to make dinner.
She’ll make her husband iron his own shirts!
My god, she might even enroll in a college class.
My eldest daughter is having surgery and I’ll be on a flight to Portland to spend a week with her while she recouperates.
Now, I am usually strong in these situations, but I made the mistake of reading too much on the internet (you really can have too much information) and this is not a good thing.
A previous appendectomy found a “carcinoid tumor”. The doctor said it was a “miracle” that she had her appendix out when she did, because that would have turned into a slow-growing cancer that would have affected her intestines and liver.
Whew! Bullet dodged.
That time. I’ve only heard a doctor use the word “miracle” twice in my presence. I’ll tell you about the other time in another post.
Without divulging too much information without her permission, let’s just say that part of the blood work that was done today was a tumor marker for cancer.
I’m trying to be “A NURSE”, but today I’m just “a mom” who is very scared.
The next time a family member goes into surgery I will wish to be totally ignorant.