phones

I’m not good with phones.

I’ve been waiting since last week for the surgeon’s secretary to call and tell me when my surgery will be. It seems like it has been too long. I looked up the number today, stared at the phone… and did nothing.

I couldn’t quite bring myself to phone and ask “so when are you going to cut off my boob?”

It’s hard to make myself believe the cancer is gone AND that they should cut off my boob, at the same time. But that’s what I need to do.