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Jun. 12th, 2012 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ricevermicelliPeople keep telling me how impressive I am this week, how well I'm keeping it together and how I'm going to kick this disease and all the tretments for it. It's bullshit. Let me clear this up for all y'all: I'm faking it. I done compartmentalized my shit, and it turns out that as long as I don't go near doctors, I don't have to be a cancer patient. I'm not scheduled to back into doctor orbit until Friday really (although there's this thing on Thursday when they shoot me up with dye and don't even pretend it won't hurt), so I can pretty much not be a cancer patient until then.
In the meantime, I'm somebody's mom and somebody's assistant and somebody's wife. I'm the naggiest, most nervous mom ever right now, and undoubtedly no picnic as a wife, and last night my boss pulled an all-nighter, which was great because it gave me an excuse to be all mother hen at him. Sometimes I have to go into Hotspur's room and just breathe for a while because she still smells like a baby when she sleeps. (Danger Lad! grumbles when I pull this on him.)
I prefer to keep my crap in these compartments. I am really sick of hearing both sympathy and congratulations for keeping it together. I don't know what I want to hear instead.
In the meantime, I'm somebody's mom and somebody's assistant and somebody's wife. I'm the naggiest, most nervous mom ever right now, and undoubtedly no picnic as a wife, and last night my boss pulled an all-nighter, which was great because it gave me an excuse to be all mother hen at him. Sometimes I have to go into Hotspur's room and just breathe for a while because she still smells like a baby when she sleeps. (Danger Lad! grumbles when I pull this on him.)
I prefer to keep my crap in these compartments. I am really sick of hearing both sympathy and congratulations for keeping it together. I don't know what I want to hear instead.
