I received my results back. Normal blood work, not so normal other stuff. I'm being referred to a gyno specialist. Do I have cooties? Cancer? Who knows?
Tomorrow I leave for Los Angeles. I'm happy to be going, but at the same time, unsure of what's going to happen. I know I have to see Boris and Warren, but what else? What if I don't like it? It also didn't help that I watched a special on 9/11 about a week ago. Watching the planes crash into the twin towers is an image that will stick with me long after I board for departure. Terrorist threats aside, I'm still packing and took a break to go to the ATM for travel money.
I talked to a friend earlier today. Lately, she's had this overwhelming sense of brokenness and she's not sure of the source. She's driving and all of a sudden starts to cry. So, she's bawling until about halfway home when a calm overtakes her. She eventually drives up into the garage and close the door and sits. Motor running, she sits until she become sleepy. Then she calmly turns off the car, opens the door and walks into the house. This isn't the first time she's done this. She has kids, a husband, a nice house, but she is so miserable within herself that she's not sure that she'll ever be whole again. What do you tell somebody like that? Is there anything you can say to make them feel better?
The next time I blog, I'll be blogging from sunny Los Angeles. I'll be sure to let you know how everything goes.
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