Scattered Thoughts . . .

Earlier in the week, Sheila and I went shopping for bras that are appropriate for radiation treatment and breast cancer in general. We had already done this same shopping at Kohl's when Sheila was first diagnosed but she quickly found that her choice in bras was not ideal for her current situation in Radiation Treatment. We decided to buy more appropriate bras so we headed back to Kohl's since that store is right near the hospital. The woman at the Customer Service counter talked Sheila into returning the bras she had originally bought and then called for a specific sales associate. When this sales associate arrived at the Customer Service counter, we informed her of Sheila's dilemma, and then the sales associate quickly and brightly explained that she, too, was a breast cancer patient and she knew exactly what Sheila needed.  We then followed the sales associate as she collected a few options for Sheila. As Sheila sat in the dressing room, the sales associate retrieved

For the past two or three weeks (it seems like two or three months, actually), Sheila and I have been completely immersed in cancer stuff with little time nor energy for much else.  We've definitely eaten out significantly more often because we simply have had no time to cook on far too many days. All of our attention and all of our energy has been actively and acutely focused on doing everything possible to get beyond Sheila's cancer.  Yesterday morning, Sheila was a bit too emotional for driving to work nevermind working through the day so, instead of driving to work while trying to see through a wall of tears, she called work and arranged to have the day off to regroup. The dreaded thought and knowledge of lymph involvement and metastatizing of her breast cancer was a bit too overwhelming so we called a timeout from everything and we spent the day together doing "normal" things for a change. I took Sheila out to lunch and, for the most part, we talked abou