Yesterday I took the girls up to the school I worked in last year. It was great to see everyone and I am very blessed to have such supportive co-workers. During this ordeal they have stood behind me, sent me cards and flowers, came to visit, and helped me clean out my classroom. This visit was also very emotional for me. You see, I learned I had cancer at school. Since I never posted the story of how I found out I had cancer, I thought I would explain. When I found my lump I had to have a biopsy. It took a few days to get the results so of course, being the stubborn person I am, I wanted to finish out the school year (we had a few days left). Then on the day I was going to get back my results, my principal came to my room and asked to see me. When I walked out in the hall I saw my husband and immediately knew I had cancer. I almost didn’t make it to the office. I don’t remember exactly what happened after that. It all seems a blur. I do know that they found someone to cover my class so I could go meet with the surgeon. With all the testing after that I didn’t go back to finish out the year. Some other teachers cleaned out my classroom and finished up all my paperwork. I hadn’t been back since that day. I have to say as I drove up yesterday my stomach got upset and all those memories rushed up.
And this is what happens when you leave the room and the trash bags are within little hand’s reach. We call her our hurricane.