What a great word to pull out of my envelope today. Thanks, Susan!
WORRY - you may think that I don’t worry, because of my cavalier attitude, but, as only a true cancer survivor can do, I worry about lots of things.
I failed to write an improg last week, and I was worried that you might not stick around to read what else I had to say.
I worried that you wouldn’t believe my sister-in-law tried to make a cheesecake with brie.
I worried that my April Fool’s blog would make you not believe me. Of COURSE I am not in Mexico, people. Don’t you know me better?
I have piled on stuff to do this weekend and I am worried that I won’t have enough time to get everything done.
I am working at the Hearst Cancer Resource Center on Saturday (grand opening!!!) and I also have a memorial service for my friend’s son, Spencer, here at the house.
I am worried I won’t get the house clean, or that I won’t have enough food for 60 people.
I am worried about Shari, being that she lost her 14 year old son, and I worry about her family. I know they will make it through it, but I can’t help but worry. And if I could just stop crying every time I think about her, I will be able to be strong for her again.
I worry because I found a lump on my leg and I am convinced it’s a tumor. But don’t YOU worry, because I have taken full advantage of having my doctor’s email address and sent him a message. I’ll keep you posted.
I worry that if I don't clean out my fish tank soon, Fuckin' Lucky (that's the fish's name) is going to die.
I worry that I am going to be late to have lunch with Mechell, and that means I have to wrap this up. I’m meeting her at 12:30 and it is now 12:20.
PHEW. Now I don’t have to worry about improgging this week!!! It is officially done.
Hasta la vista, baby!