So I woke up Friday morning much better rested than the previous night. That doesn’t mean that I had a full night’s sleep; just a more restful one.
One of the things that kept me tossing and turning was the upcoming bone scan test. If that shows the cancer has spread, that’s a whole new ball game that we’re dealing with. That had me on edge very early in the morning.
I went to work and quickly sought out a couple of friends whom I didn’t have the opportunity to tell on Thursday. Nothing like starting the day with:
“Good morning, how are you?”
“Okay. I have prostate cancer.”
Unfortunately, there really is no delicate way to tell someone that you have cancer. You just have to come out and say it.
I found it interesting that I really felt compelled Thursday afternoon and Friday to spread the word. Perhaps it was simply because of my own discomfort with uttering the words, “I have cancer.” As with anything, however, repetition did make it easier.
By mid-morning, I had made the last of my intended announcements and then turned my attention on the bone scan, learning the timing of its results, and scheduling a meeting with the doctor to review the results.
Oh. And I did some work, too.
By late morning, I was in a pretty good mood and more focused on what I needed to do for my job. (I still wasn’t completely focused on my job–just more focused.) I was able to convince myself not to dwell on the results of a test that hadn’t even been run yet. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
At the end of the day, I was in a really upbeat mood and decided to head to Cincinnati for dinner and a little shopping. I was in bed with lights out by 10:30 PM.