Mom was discharged from the hospital tonight. She has two tumors. One is 4" x 3". The other one is smaller. The fluid results are not final. They did a biopsy today, so we have to wait for those results. However, she will be going through chemo & radiation to get rid of the tumor, regardless of malignancy...at least, that's how it was explained to me.
Unsurprisingly, the people I walked out on yesterday are pitching a fit. However, they're lying. They said I was yelling. I. was. not. There are witnesses, too. I've learned never to go into a meeting with that group by myself. Not all of them are bad, just a few, but still....
They said I was rude. If you consider walking out rude, then, OK. They said I was unprofessional. If you consider walking out (instead of going into hysterics at being treated like shit) unprofessional, OK. But you know what? I don't care. If I get written up, I will refuse to sign it. I've had it with that department, and I'm not going to take their shit anymore. Life is too short to let it get to me, but it's also too short to be lied about and taken advantage of.
What I find amazing is that I haven't turned to food. I've had a few bites here and there, but I haven't overeaten. I haven't eaten a bunch of crap that I shouldn't. I weigh in tomorrow, and I expect to see a gain because that is what my home scale is telling me will happen, but I can't point to anything that I've done or not done (other than exercise) in the last 10 days that should result in a gain. I think I'm hitting a plateau, and that's OK. I'll get through it. So, not only have I not turned to food in this major time of stress, but I'm not panicking about not dropping weight. Maybe one or both will kick in later, but it isn't happening right now. I guess something has to start going right, yes?
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