I was due

I think the news of this week weighed on me more than I thought. My family and I realized we got way ahead of ourselves this week, by assuming that cancer diagnosis to treatment was a linear path. None of us thought that the MRI would lead to anything more than defining things for surgery, just weren't prepared for more tests and more waiting. Lesson learned.

NOT AN APPROPRIATE RESPONSE
That leads me to today. Today before lunch I was yawning, a lot. One of the nurses I work with called me on it and said "You were just on vacation you can't be tired" (background story my vacation was supposed to be the week I had my biopsy and diagnosis and I had previously told her my vacation didn't turn out). She then said "Oh yeah, you never told me about what happened, why you didn't go away". Well folks that simple question cracked me today. In the most inappropriate of responses to a simple question at work (and in the middle of an intensive care unit at the hospital) I respond with "It wasn't vacation, I was diagnosed with breast cancer". Oops. Well, being the wonderfully caring nurses that they are there were some tears (mine) and questions and lots of hugs. I apologized profusely for my very inappropriate response, but they all found it appropriate. Then I pulled myself together and finished my work.

NO TOUCH POLICY UPDATE
As much as I like to believe that this experience has gotten me over my weird no touch thing, I found today that I was guarding my right side when the nurses were hugging me. Cancer be damned, some neuroses are tougher to break.