“I’m fine, thanks”
Pet peeve time that I can’t really say anywhere but here. On August 6th, I’m having a revision of my existing L2-S1. The hardware that is only partially fused (L3-L5) will be removed and the hardware at L2 that failed completely will also come out. My new surgeon will also perform multiple osteotomies to correct my existing “flat back”. And then fuse from T10-pelvis.
And my wonderful best little girl, my Yorkie mutt is dying of advanced mast cell carcinoma. The oncology vet said she expected a week or two was all we had with her until she’d crash and I’d have to make that hard call. That was ten days ago. She’s still hanging in admirably. Being pretty close to her usual Yorkie self. We rescued her almost by accident! I’ve never liked small dogs before she came into my life and now, i can’t imagine my life without her. I’m her human. I will miss her terribly.
I’m not fine. My adult kids ask me, “how are you?” I’m. Not. Fine.
But I just can’t seem to say it. So I plaster a smile on my face and say the opposite of how I am, wondering why on earth they believe me?!
Thanks to you all for listening to my pity party. I’m not fine. But I’m really trying hard to remember that saying “everything will be okay in the end and if it’s not okay, it’s not the end”.