... and into the next box ...

Exam done. Did well. I think. Paper turned in. Next!

I'm a little scared about going to the hospital tomorrow. The last time I was there was in November, when she had the surgery to remove her portacath. Will this trigger cancer-parent PTSD? If I see a bald child, will I yell, "Fire in the hole!" and tackle Little Warrior?

There are flags up, up and down my street, in honor of President's Day. Driving home from my school tonight, I saw them and thought of Memorial Day. What will life be like then?

And then I laughed, a little angrily, because the truth is, I don't know what life will be like by this Friday.

Scans tomorrow. Follow up appointment Thursday, but we're hoping to hear news before then.

As I briefly mentioned, I went to a really super party yesterday, the 75th birthday party for the woman I love so much, I invited her to be in the delivery room when LW was born. She threw it for herself, picked out all the details, and showed up in purple and red. I LOVE that woman and the room was filled with lots of other people who love her, too.

One teensy moment out of all the frivolity ... I am blessed to have a husband who, when I say, "Wanna dance?" always responds in the affirmative. So we were hopping up to hit the dance floor when I heard what song it was.

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

Eyes filled with tears. Controlled it, barely. "Not ready for that song," I whispered to The Husband. He understood.

Maybe next week.