We Have a Neurology Appointment in a Few Hours.
It’ll be our first in-person appointment with K’s Neurologist since we received the news of the cortical lesion on her brain. And our first opportunity to discuss what it means for our family in the grand scheme of things–when I originally received the news over-the-phone, I was too damn shell-shocked to form cohesive thoughts. The Husband and I have a ton of questions, of course.
How Many Answers Can the Neuro Give, Though?
From doing my own research and reading thus far, I’m going to wager not many. And THAT’S really going to piss The Husband off. And me, too, but I tend more towards bottling my feelings than outright outlets of expression (probably not the healthiest way to deal, I’m sure).
Being left in the limbo zone is frustrating and damn scary. Very fear-invoking. How’s that quote go? Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. (Thanks, Yoda).
I’m definitely afraid.
That’s an understatement.
I’m fucking terrified.
Meanwhile, K is currently on the couch jamming out to Spotify. So chill. At least ONE of us has their shit together right now.
I Need to Get Ready.
I just wanted to pop on here and share. That’s healthier than shuffling around the house crying in my coffee, right?
Wish us luck.