We're feeling a little sorry for ourselves around here today. Unfortunately, Chris' car was broken into this morning while he was at work. Nothing is missing, no one is hurt, but we're just bummed out.
Last night we went to the dentist. For years, we have scheduled our dentist appointments together out of convenience, and a bit of "if you go, I'll go" accountability. When we made this appointment 6 months ago, I was still pregnant and we had no idea what we would be up to by now. We didn't take the time to reschedule, so we both went, and Scarlett came, too.
No one in the office knew what has been happening with Scarlett. When they asked, "How is it going?", we both laughed a little and said that it has been very challenging. A few minutes later, I could hear Chris trying to explain; he went with the "Just Say It" approach: "She has brain cancer." This, of course, changed the mood considerably.
When it was my turn, the hygienist working on my teeth wanted to know all the details, which I don't mind sharing. The trouble came when she asked a question while manipulating several sharp instruments in my mouth. It was something like...
"How did they get the tumor out?"
"Tuhh twesh hou thurgg."
"How long will she be in treatment?"
"Abbu a yee."
Hopefully I didn't spit too much when I tried to explain; she was so concerned that I felt bad making her wait for the answers. They were very kind, helping quiet Scarlett when she got fussy while we were both in the chairs and wishing us all the best. They even said we could come back for toothpaste whenever we needed it.
THANK YOU to Jennifer Jones, who brought us tofu, rice, won tons and the most sinfully delicious brownie-stuffed "pillow cookies" that we snuck in to the movie theater with us on our first "date" in 5 months (We saw The King's Speech, just in time for it to sweep the Oscars). THANK YOU to Andie Britten, who made us stuffed pasta shells that we enjoyed for lunch today. We truly appreciate it!!!