New York was awesome. I will write about it when I am in a better mood.
Today was crappy.
I had a great time on vacation. Almost too great. I think there might have been a bit of denial going on there. Because the minute I got home I felt like I was slapped in the face with reality. I have been crying all day. Why? I don't know. Because Drew's heart catheterization is in a week. I know he will be fine. I know it is a routine procedure. It is diagnostic. We will be home after one day. But my head and my heart are having a conflict. My heart is crying out, NO! I don't want to go. I don't want to do it. I don't want surgery. And when Dan tries to reassure me that Drew will be fine, I can't help having the tiny little thought of what if he isn't?
And I have such wonderful friends who are more than willing to help me and support me. One of them called this morning to see how I was and when I told her "not so great" she decided to come over and keep me company. She loaded up her sweet little girl into the car and started over. And then she got hit by a car. She is ok, and her daughter is ok, but her car is not and she has to go to the doctor to have her neck and back x-rayed. And the horrible person who hit her threatened her and took her cell phone away so she couldn't call the police. What kind of person does that? After a while someone stopped to help and my friend was able to call the police and they arrested the jerk who hit her. And it made me cry even more.