It finally hit me last night — the fear. I suppose that it had to, eventually. I spent a lot of the week in a combination of denial and optimism. Too much was happening at once, and it takes a while for you to realize that “You have cancer” means that “You have cancer.”
All the books arrive from Amazon.com, and the hats are ordered (thanks for the link, Gail!). But what next? There are always things to do. Real life keeps happening, and teeth must be brushed and cats must be fed.