Just now I send CC some site edits to approve. She replies:
Have emergency Dr. appt will check out tmro. No worries i think….cathy is taking me….
Oh just got invite to bc walk ugh!
1. I hate not being there and feeling helpless on the opposite side of the country.
2. I’m so glad CC called Cathy, a local friend, for help. This continues to be a huge step for a woman who is used to helping others but loathes asking for help for herself.
3. I’m worried. I worry more not knowing what’s wrong. Not knowing always stinks. No, not knowing sucks.
4. Can’t wait to find out how invited a devastatingly weak, in the midst of debilitating active treatment bc patient to a bc walk. I want to scream.
CC will probably be amused when she reads this–me slipping into Mama Bear mode again so soon after having a hissy over Charlize Theron’s pithy head shaving comment at the 2013 Oscars. I can be rather (sorta) tolerant and (kinda) restrained, but you mess with my children, my husband or my ChemoGirl–and I instinctively come roaring out of my den.
Any fellow Mama Bears out there?