I never knew hope could be painful.
We're sitting on pins and needles, counting the minutes until Tuesday. Trying not to hope that this has all been a mistake. Every time the hope fades, despair floods in, in it's place. Every time it's like starting all over again, fresh and new. It's a balancing act between the two, and neither one is gaining the upper hand. As much as I dread what I may hear at this appointment, at least we'll know for sure, and not have that thread of hope looming over us anymore.
B will be working from home tomorrow so I won't be alone all day, and he's taken Tuesday off so we can deal with whatever this doctor has to say. One way or the other, we will have the answers on Tuesday.
I never knew hope could be so painful...
