The Call

   A few days after my surgery, my phone chimed in the afternoon , I saw on the caller ID that it was my surgeons office. I excitedly picked up the phone, saying a polite "Hello" expecting to hear my surgeons voice at the other end saying " pathology report came back as benign" 

And than I will heave a sigh of relief and live my life as before surgery , steady and predictable, organized and hopefully more relaxed with 3 children in school and only one at home , I was looking forward to not having my nose to the grindstone as much and to be able to spend more time with my friends and family ,tootle off to go shopping at a moments notice and  catch up on some projects that had gone to the wayside the past years . Don't misunderstand me , I dearly love my kids, but to go away is such a hassle , I normally stay at home in order to avoid myself and them from becoming stressed out with being somewhere on time / finding missing shoes/having someone upset that we are going away/yelling at whomever is inevitably lagging behind, plus the endless bickering amongst each other. Yes , the kids have all inherited my homebody genes but even homebodies have to get out of the house sometimes.So you can well understand ( I hope ) that I was looking forward to 6 hours of freedom , peace and quiet . But little did I know how drastically my life would change.

 Now back to the phone call..

Instead it was the secretary, asking if I could come in the next day to discuss the results with my surgeon." Sure" ,  I said pleasantly , thinking , this is weird, I thought they were going to tell me on the phone.

We quickly made plans for a babysitter for the next day and went about our normal activities. Though I was in a state of high alert whenever I thought about the call, since I knew through my Dads illness that you normally aren't called in to see the doc for your  test results unless something is brewing. But with young children needing their Mommy, there was little time to indulge in thoughts of  myself.