|My Dad & I Being Silly - Summer 2006|
On the first day of August I got a phone call at work. It was my doctor’s office calling to see if I could come in to see her about the biopsy results the next evening at 6:00 pm. 6:00 pm? What the hell was that about? How many doctors schedule appointments at this time of day? It wasn’t even day anymore by 6:00 pm it was evening for gawd’s sake! I didn’t feel too good about this. Plus, I wasn’t expecting any news until the end of the week. This was too soon. I wasn’t prepared.
That did it for me at work. I really could not concentrate but didn’t know what to do since my boss was away. It was pretty quiet around the office. I had to talk to someone because I couldn’t just leave. I didn’t know what to do or who to go to so I decided to go speak with our Human Resources Director. I was thankful that the Director was a woman and I told her my situation. I explained that if a got a poor result I probably wouldn’t feel like coming in for the rest of the week. If I got a good result, I still probably wouldn’t feel like coming in for the rest of the week since I was going a bit crazy.
|Manitoulin Island - Summer 2006|
At this point we hadn’t really told many people about what was going on. I really didn’t see the point in alarming people on “what ifs and maybes” and without any conclusive results it seemed to me that it would be better to just wait. So only a handful of people knew that I had the biopsy. We had told a few friends and family simply because I think we needed to have someone know. Maybe we thought they might add us to their prayers. I don’t know.
The results were coming the very next day. I had a few more hours to keep it together and not go totally crazy.
Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
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