Last time I cried. Hmmm, well yesterday was a close one, but really all I did was tear up when I asked my Dad how mad was he with me. You’ll be happy to know that he was not, even though he allowed me to buy him lunch as my way of apologizing, and that I kept it together and didn’t bawl like a big baby.
So when was the last time I cried…oh yeah! I remember, it was a few weeks ago, as the doctor sat there and blatantly told us my husband has Stage 1 prostate cancer. Even that day…I mostly kept it together, the whole time he was explaining everything. Then, he got to the part about treatment options, and even though I knew how totally treatable and curable this is, I just sort of lost it. The emotions welled up as I remembered all the years I worked at the cancer treatment center in Arlington. Just the mere thought that I could lose my husband (it was a fleeting thought), scared the crap out of me. I know that isn’t going to happen, but hey, I’m human. Cancer is a scary word, even if you know you caught it early, even if you know he will totally be cured, it matters not. You are about to fight the BEAST, and the thought is devastating.
So yeah, I cried. Just for a minute or two, then I sucked it up, stuck out my chest, and pushed it way down inside of me as I prepare myself-and him- for battle.
When was the last time for you? I hope it was something little, like how you cried while watching It’s A Wonderful Life or something. See y’all later, I gotta get the pups to the groomers.