The end of the world as I know it, but I feel fine!

planaI will begin with apologies to R.E.M for using their lyric as the basis for my title and to readers for being a bit dramatic.

I know that the world isn’t about to end, but my life and future have certainly changed dramatically! The thing is that this change has really happened when I feel totally healthy (ok, other than a breast which is larger and hard with skin that feels like plastic).

I expect that I have taught my last day of my classes at the high school. It is like having retired without any of the planning or preparation. My expectation for this time of year? I had expected to be at work every weekday from 8:00 – 4:00, to be preparing Sunday services for three Sunday’s/month, and all the usual household activities. ┬áNow, most of my days consist of chauffeuring my kids to and from university at their times of preference, waiting for, scheduling and going to have tests and appointments etc.

It is really surreal, especially when filling out forms about terminal illness. How can I have a terminal illness when I feel fine?