Today was the first day this week that tears never came on my drive home from work maybe because, well tomorrow is CT scan day. CT by the way stands for computed tomography. I presume that I won’t learn anything but will hear from the consultant shortly.
I gather that mine is to be the non-enclosed type of scan which is a bit of a comfort.
I feel tears coming frequently now. Just the thought that I may not survive this is not the main reason. The main thing that turns on the waterworks is knowing that I may leave my Raven alone so shortly after finding her. It can be a devastating thought and sometimes … well I just lose it.
I do try to look on the bright side and mostly I succeed but occasionally I don’t and my 25 minute daily drive home has become my own private crying time.