Even lolcats for Lovecraft fans... lol
The waiting is the hardest part.
After I found out in April about the brain tumor, but knew nothing else, I basically lost the next two months until June 5th, going to the uber-surgeon specialist, and I found out exactly what it was I was dealing with.
Oh, I can remember going to Atlantic City, because that was so out of the norm for me, but not much else. I cannot even tell you what we did for Mother's Day. At all. I am so glad I have this journal to go back and read.
I did play a lot of Jewel Miner, for free, on AOL Games. Yep. I couldn't read, because I couldn't focus. Playing the game is mindless. It fills the time, and you can just 'unfocus' and not think when you need to NOT THINK.
The waiting... is the hardest part. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I HATE not knowing.
I am not good at that at all. I am an information pig. I eat it up. All of it. Good, bad, as much info as I can about anything that is a threat to mine or my loved ones health. I read medical journals, too. Everything. I want to know what the doctor is going to possibly say before they say it.
But, until you know... all you can do is scare yourself with things you don't need to know.
And, so... we wait.
I don't want to wait.
I am playing a lot of Jewel Miner, again.
This isn't for me... soon I will explain.