Injury to Insult

I forgot to mention..a day or two after the biopsy, I answered a knock at the door only to find my onlybutbest sister on my Baltimore stoop, she had flown up to surprise and support me. We hung out, did a little shopping, watching movies, yakkin, etc. I was able to forget stuff for a while. Walking back to the house from coffee on the morning of her departure, I was focusing on the decidedly bushy state of the bushes in front of my house, instead of climbing the stairs; I had a new pair of sandals on....anyway, I tripped on an invisible object and I promptly slammed my forehead into the metal ironwork that is purportedly there for support; grabbed my head and said --"is it bleeding?" Bethy opened the door and said we have to go to the ER! as I gushed blood. The head has such dependable arterial circulation! So, I split my head open and had to be glued back together in the ER just in time for Tuesday's "CANCER PLAN" meeting. I had a big bandaid on my head. The ER PA was worried that I would have a scar....it is amazing how perspective changes the impact of the "small stuff". I just looked at him and said....I am not worried IN THE LEAST. I COULD CARE LESS. JUST STOP THE BLEEDING. Bethy missed her plane, but was able to reschedule without cost to her...she told the story, and offered to fax the ER documents to them; I guess they decided that it would be hard to make that up, and took corporate pity on us. So, a plus for the airlines, in the midst of me usually being annoyed with the recent nickel and diming. So I went to the meeting with Annie, and the best positive attitude I could muster, with a bandaid on my head.