I'm here. In a waiting room. Again. Braden is totally oblivious with how angry I am right now. He is in for his first test and truly has no real clue why we are here.
I have talked to him. I have told him that the doctors have concerns...but he has this way of "checking himself out"...when things get complicated. A blessing in disguise.
I don't get REALLY angry very often.
As we checked in this morning....the lady at the front desk mentioned how sorry she was for my young sons diagnoses. (First thought....Neurofibromatosis) "What diagnosis? " I asked.
"Cancer" she replied
"Uh....he hasn't been diagnosed with cancer! " trying so hard to not just breakdown right there.
"OH.....usually these tests mean.....I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
Braden and I walked around the corner to the next waiting area....my legs bairly keeping my body up.
Process and breath.