My mom received wonderful news yesterday - the three lymph nodes they removed, which were apparently "involved," were all benign. At first my brother just told me that the three they removed were "involved," and I was quite worried thinking the doctor randomly removed three, all cancerous. But no, apparently, they use dye in the surgery to see which are "involved" and remove them, and clearly involved doesn't mean what I thought (I still don't know exactly what it means, but I guess somehow connected). Whew! Relief. Now praying the chemotherapy she starts this week goes well.
In other news, I have been stressed off my a$$ about my class, which starts Tuesday. Not so much about the teaching part, but the preparation, or the "finally-receive-the-book-at-the-very-last-minute, cram-the-planning-process" aspect of the whole thing. But last night, I finally took a big chunk out of creating my syllabus. After another several-hour session tonight, I should be in tolerable shape with content. Then, shine it up and get it printed by Monday. I also still need to be entered as the instructor for the course so I can access student roster and other needed information, but I am choosing to trust all that will fall into place. Basically, I won't leave campus on Monday until I have it figured out!
Oh, and I'm also giving a workshop tomorrow at the local bookstore on MBTI and career choice. Why did I choose to do this right before my class started? Honestly, I was NOT thinking clearly. But luckily, I now have all the planning done for that, the workshop is only an hour and a half, and I'm facilitating with a friend which takes some of the pressure off. I'll try to take a picture if I think of it.
It's just so shocking coming out of the lull of the holiday break into madcap action. Is anyone else feeling this way?
I can also share that the joys of dating are alive and well... initial nervousness, looking for that spark of attraction, not really finding it, trying to be present for what IS there... which in the case of the second person I went out with in the last couple weeks, was that we had a LOT in common in terms of our education and work. He was finishing a graduate psychology program with a cohort of folks (I did this a decade or more ago) and had done a lot of growth work, including counseling and 12-$tep, as well as gone through fertility treatments with his ex-wife at the same place S and I last went.
We went out twice, the second time down at Fisherman's Wharf (near the fertility place), which brought up a lot of feelings! It should have been no shocker, but I just didn't think of it. S and I going down there several times together - mainly to the Piers but once to the Wharf - and processing the treatments. Getting in fights. Or feeling excitement and hope. In any case, for that reason plus the lack of attraction thing, I decided that would be end of the road for me and this guy.
S and I are supposed to get together now and finally exchange the presents we have for each other. We haven't communicated at all since texting when I was in Oregon around Christmas. I feel a little nervous and want to stay grounded in my vision for what I want in a relationship. In knowing that it will never work with S unless there were a DRAMATIC shift in how we are together, which is unlikely. I have no idea what, if anything, he has been going through mentally or emotionally. I just know that he saw the counselor yesterday, and we agreed to get together around this time. I will keep you posted.
Thank you to everyone for another year of connecting through this blog and through many of yours. I hope this year brings many dreams to fruition.
Finally, sending much care to those of you going through difficult times.