The Waiting Game

I have been absent from the blog. I apologize.  Going back to work full-time has been exhausting for me.  I am grateful for all that I have - two wonderful kids, a husband and a full-time job - but it is a balancing act or should I say juggling act and the ball I keep dropping is 'me'.  No time for myself in all of this.  I reconnected with another WW meeting and new leader on lunch times and hoping that this will help re-motivate myself.  Planning is what is required.  Planning time for me including making healthy meals and squeezing in some activity/treadmill.

All is well on the Dolly front.  We had the MRI last Thursday.  I was completely terrified that the appointment would not happen.  Dolly could not be sick for at least 2 weeks in advance of the appointment.  She wasn't herself (I blame it on teething, perpetually) but she wasn't sick.  The appointment was for 7 AM at Sick Kids Hospital.  The nanny arrived at 5:30 (to watch Mister for the day).  We left the house at 6 and got there a bit early.  She wasn't as cranky as I expected since I fed her just before midnight (the cut off for food).   We walked her around the hospital looking at all the sights and sounds.  By the time we registered and had her in a gown, it was about 8 AM.  Side bar here - I wish they would have given me a list of what to bring - the one thing I forgot was socks!  Her tiny toes were cold. I had her in her sleeper jammies which had feet so no socks.  When I switched to the gown, I tried to keep her toes wrapped in a blankie.  Everything seemed to go okay with the exception of the IV. She was really mad!  Shortly after, the nurse administered a calming drug which made her go from screaming to giggling.  The drug also has an amnesia effect so she wouldn't remember anything. An hour and half later she was in recovery and I was giving her a bottle of juice.  She was a bit like a drunk girl the rest of the day but all in all, managed to cope well.

Now we wait.  The waiting game.  The results appointment is 8 AM on the 17th.  I think through it in my mind.  Good if only one or two doctors.  Bad if many doctors walk in room (a team).  Hubby says I worry too much.  Dolly is developing well. If it was a tumor, there would be obvious signs - wouldn't there? And now I wait and pray and hope.