Gotta Get Energy Moving
Last night, I talked to one of my New-Age-y friends. I was in sorry emotional shape.
She said, “You have to get the energy moving.” She suggested creating a dream board, coloring, randomly drawing, walking while I argue with God, anything it takes. She’s right, of course.
So I have some plans, including making a dream board. And I called my parents to help with getting the portable A/C to vent out the window. And then my mom floored me.
She said Dad has a lump on his neck and is getting it ultrasounded Thursday. I asked him about it today. I didn’t see it, but he says he can feel it from within. He says it is sore, which is actually a very good sign because it means the body recognizes it as its own tissue. It is when a lump is painless that the odds of it being cancer go way up, like with Barry. I asked if he wanted me to go with him and he said no.
I was just freaking out a little. Here I am, trying to be functional, while my dad could be in serious trouble.
I guess that’ll get the energy moving.