I am finding that things are bothering me that normally don't...or at least they didn't bother me as much as they do now.
Like today when I went to return a shirt to Wal-Mart and they wouldn't do it because I didn't have ID with me, only my debit card. As I stood there my eyes filled with tears as I left the counter with the shirt still in the bag. I went on to get the few things I was there to get, fighting back tears the whole time. Who cries because they need an ID to return a shirt? I say the blessing on our lunch and I cry. I don't feel like me. This doesn't feel like the life we are used to. I so want our typical banter back. I want to make Tim laugh. He's not in a bad mood -- just a quieter mood. And who can blame him. This is all just so NOT us. Cancer is so NOT us.