I had a little pity party last night. It was the first one I have had. Probably not the last, LOL!!
It was similar to a toddler’s tantrum. I actually cried and yelled…might have even stomped my foot. My husband was great (prob his best moment so far in all of this). He just handed me tissues and listened. And told me I am not alone. The kids were asleep, so that is a good thing.
I was feeling down due to a phone conversation I had right before I picked up the kids from school. A well-meaning friend hooked me up with another local mom who went through this a couple years ago. I called her because I wanted to see which doctors she used.
She was a straight shooter and told me some pretty grim stuff about her experience. As my mom said, I have to remember that everyone’s experience is different and everyone’s cancer is different.
Hopefully, today will be a better day. Meetings with new breast surgeon (fingers crossed!) and radiation oncologist (I didn’t even know such a thing existed).