What not to do

I can’t really write.  Can barely string a sentence together in real life, let alone on the computer.

So much going on in my head.

I got the call on Wednesday.  I have an appointment with Dr. W in TO on Tuesday.

I’ve been told to book the whole day.  I will have several appointments, several tests.

As a side note:  Watching Private Practice while the mother dies of cancer with her son sobbing and hugging her, while you are waiting to hear if you yourself has cancer:  NOT a good idea.  Just in case you had any doubt.  Dinner was 15 minutes late.  It took me that long to stop sobbing.