Sunday Scaries

In 2 days my husband has his PET scan. This scan will show if the last 6 months of chemo worked, or if we need to come up with a plan B. I’ve been pretty even keeled, for the most part, but today I feel….unsteady? More knots in my stomach, unable to calm down enough to even watch a tv show. In fact, I’m thinking about throwing a coat of paint on the bathroom walls!

My husband, on the other hand, is acting as though he’s oblivious to what this week is. This week is literally going to determine our future, and I could vomit. (Side note: hubs is very aware, but probably won’t show any nerves until day of results.)

We won’t receive results until Thursday. THURSDAY. That’s what? 1, 2, 3… 4 days from today! *bangs head against wall*

These past 6 months have taught me how to put on a fake face better than I previously knew, so I’ve got that going for me.👍🏻So if you run into me this week, jokes on you because I’ll be FINE.