At 7 am in the morning, Myra is scheduled to have a biopsy of the lung. She will be in Lala Land for the procedure and I doubt there will be a lot of soreness or anything afterwards. I think as procedures go, it sounds a lot worse than it actually is.
My parents and Myra's boyfriend will be there and I will be taking care of the kids. I plan to take them to daycare, because that's what they normally do and I think their lives should be the same as any other day.
I'm wondering if I will be able to sleep tonight, or if I will be up all night thinking about everything. If I'm going to be awake, I might as well just stay up and take the kids to daycare early in the morning. Then I could just go to bed after they are safely deposited where they are supposed to be.
Myra is in good spirits. She's laughing and bouncy and doesn't seem worried at all. Except for a vague fear of cancer. She said it's like when you are sliding into a car accident and you have that moment where you are resigned that it's going to happen so you just hang on and hope for the best. That's what she's doing right now.
I'll give a full report as soon as I have one. I'll be glad when she is declared healthy so I can get back to ordinary topics. I want to write frivolous drivel again with a big helping of useless schlock thrown in for good measure.