I'm up early this morning, making a coffee cake for an office birthday, but what's really on my mind is my doctor's appointment this afternoon. I'm both dreading it and looking forward to it. Know what I mean? I want answers, but know that today, a first visit, he'll probably say there are tests to be run and I'll leave still not knowing anything. I keep thinking what if he tells me my problem is stress. What about my lifestyle would I change? Then I think what if he tells me I have stomach cancer or some horrible disease, how will I handle that? All I know right now is something's wrong, has not been right for several months and I'm tired of it.
Right now I'm waiting on my cake to cook. Waiting for the sun to rise. Waiting for the coffee to drip. Waiting for answers.