this is so not cool...
So I'm actually writing something original instead of gacking quizes, I know shame on me. Don't expect it to happen often, because I tend to keep things close to my chest. but this was so unexpected that I just wanted to throw it out ther, and I don't feel like posting it on the 'ward this time.
My mom went in to get a lump removed from her breast yesterday, and while it didn't take too long (in at 6:30, home by 10:00) the doctor's didn't like the look of it. Well, that's putting it lightly. They sent it out for testing, but barring some mriacle in the results, they said that it definately looks cancerous, and she's going to need some sort of treatment to get rid of it entirely.
Mom's handling it pretty good, but I know for a fact that she's not as strong as she seems to be - and I'm worried about what'll happend when she finally breaks down; she's a nurse, and she knows exactly what she's in for. Dad's actually shown more emotion about it than she did, although I did notice leakage on her when he told me and my brother. This just made life so much more difficult for everyone - although I might not have to deal with ti for very long, if things don't go well on the 7th.
Speaking of the 7th. There's less than 2 weeks left to go, and I still haven't had a real talk with my lawyer. I went to see him and gave him a list of concerns (mom came up with thim, I didn't) based on the transcript of the pre-trial, and he said he'd "try to get some answers for them". I know he's got a lot of cases on his load, but I wish he's at least seem to be working on the case.
He wants me to take a polygraph for an off-the-record way of combatting the voice-stress I failed at the police station. I'm not too thrilled with the idea, because I've never been able to pass a lie detector, regardless of whether I'm telling the truth or not, and I'm not the only one like that. But since it's off the record, I'm thinking about it.
Well, I'm done blogging for now.
Steve
My mom went in to get a lump removed from her breast yesterday, and while it didn't take too long (in at 6:30, home by 10:00) the doctor's didn't like the look of it. Well, that's putting it lightly. They sent it out for testing, but barring some mriacle in the results, they said that it definately looks cancerous, and she's going to need some sort of treatment to get rid of it entirely.
Mom's handling it pretty good, but I know for a fact that she's not as strong as she seems to be - and I'm worried about what'll happend when she finally breaks down; she's a nurse, and she knows exactly what she's in for. Dad's actually shown more emotion about it than she did, although I did notice leakage on her when he told me and my brother. This just made life so much more difficult for everyone - although I might not have to deal with ti for very long, if things don't go well on the 7th.
Speaking of the 7th. There's less than 2 weeks left to go, and I still haven't had a real talk with my lawyer. I went to see him and gave him a list of concerns (mom came up with thim, I didn't) based on the transcript of the pre-trial, and he said he'd "try to get some answers for them". I know he's got a lot of cases on his load, but I wish he's at least seem to be working on the case.
He wants me to take a polygraph for an off-the-record way of combatting the voice-stress I failed at the police station. I'm not too thrilled with the idea, because I've never been able to pass a lie detector, regardless of whether I'm telling the truth or not, and I'm not the only one like that. But since it's off the record, I'm thinking about it.
Well, I'm done blogging for now.
Steve