My surgery is scheduled for November 28th.   This all feels very real now.  It has hit me like a ton of bricks, and I’m trying not to flip my shit.

I always know I’m under a lot of stress when my right eye starts twitching and I start breaking out in hives.  This is where I am right now.

My lowest point yet: crying while running on the treadmill at the gym today.

The silver lining: my cancer induced rage has me running faster than ever.  So there’s that.

Meanwhile, my child is having behavioral issues at school.  He was sent home today for the second time in the last two weeks.  This has me really freaked out, as well. I know he has gone through a lot this year, and I’m worried about him.  This is going to get worse before it gets better.

Also, stuff at the firm is just…ugh. 

Something’s gotta give. I can’t deal with much more.