Anonymous asked: and then i whispered softly in your ear "noodles"
Whenever I see someone post something on fb, or instagram, or on here, that is sad or heart breaking. I HAVE to cheer them up.
Yesterday, was the beginning of a stressful weekend for me. I left my doctors for the first time in my life EVER with worried thoughts for myself. Not my husband. Not my daughters. Not a close family member or dear friends.
I hate fear. I hate the not knowing. I can’t post what yet, because I don’t know what to post.
I have always been the cheerleader on the sidelines of others to let them know I am there, and never give up. I constantly quote SpongeBob and Disney lines. I even on a good day throw in some Dr . Seuss.
I go into the hospital Monday morning for the first of I am assuming countless tests. This first test determines my future. Am I scared? Not yet. I am pretty calm and quiet, which is actually scaring my family. Will I be come Monday morning? FUCK YA! Who wouldn’t be? I have never had this test before, and those I know who have had it done, have had serious results.
I know majority of the people who do pay attention to when I write are thinking WTF? I know. This is the only social site that I am on, where I unleash my guts and know it will not be gossip by noon. For those of you who do follow and care, I will let you know.
I would say just keep swimming, but hell. I’m terrified of dark water. So, I will leave with a quote from Monty Python.
‘Tis but a scratch!’