waiting waiting waiting
This waiting is just destroying my mind.
We won't know the actual stage of the cancer until after surgery. I misunderstood when they told us that the tumor is a 2... I thought that meant he was in stage 2 of the cancer, but it only refers to the tumor. So now I'm mad at myself for not understanding that... I was calmed just a bit by thinking he was stage 2, but it could be worse.
Hans tells me that worrying like a manic fool doesn't help anything. I understand that...but I can't stop my mind.
I have this awful obsession with searching for stomach cancer stories online. Sometimes I find inspiring stories of hope and sometimes I find very awful sad ones. When we get to Texas I'll be able to at least stop that as internet connections in hotels are a bit shoddy.
Our son really likes kindergarten and comes home with a little green star for being good every day so far. Our two year old misses him and goes looking in his room for him during the day.
Tomorrow we will go hunting for a nice robe that Hans can wear in the hospital... he seems to have a fear of his fanny hanging out of the hospital gown.
A few of his friends are going to fly to Texas and visit with him after his operation. I can tell how much that means to him that they would fly so far for him. He is so very loved.
We won't know the actual stage of the cancer until after surgery. I misunderstood when they told us that the tumor is a 2... I thought that meant he was in stage 2 of the cancer, but it only refers to the tumor. So now I'm mad at myself for not understanding that... I was calmed just a bit by thinking he was stage 2, but it could be worse.
Hans tells me that worrying like a manic fool doesn't help anything. I understand that...but I can't stop my mind.
I have this awful obsession with searching for stomach cancer stories online. Sometimes I find inspiring stories of hope and sometimes I find very awful sad ones. When we get to Texas I'll be able to at least stop that as internet connections in hotels are a bit shoddy.
Our son really likes kindergarten and comes home with a little green star for being good every day so far. Our two year old misses him and goes looking in his room for him during the day.
Tomorrow we will go hunting for a nice robe that Hans can wear in the hospital... he seems to have a fear of his fanny hanging out of the hospital gown.
A few of his friends are going to fly to Texas and visit with him after his operation. I can tell how much that means to him that they would fly so far for him. He is so very loved.