I was mentally prepared for my doctor’s appointment on Friday. By prepared I mean it was sufficiently far off in the future I hadn’t thought about it.
His office called me this afternoon, asking if they could bump it up to tomorrow.
No, I’m not ready.
“Yeah, that’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”
So tomorrow it is. Another date with my oncologist. There’s no reason to worry.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t.