In the morning, I get to meet my Plastic Surgeon. I am a bit nervous. They will show me pictures of before and after reconstruction. And of course, discuss all the "options". It just seems as though we go over and over and over, the "options".

This has been a long week, with something everyday and yes, I am tired. Because I am tired, I am way more emotional than I should be. I know this. I feel very "weepy", and I know why, but that doesn't seem to make it any easier to deal with! My sister, Beck, and my mom got back to Herky on Sunday afternoon around 4 o'clock. I drove up there to spend the night at mom's, since Beck's flight left St. Louis at 8:15 a.m. Mom's AC was not working, and it was 80+ degrees in the house! We bumped it down to 65, then went outside to sit in the swing, to allow the house to cool down some. After many trips in the house to check the progress, we finally decided to go grab some supper somewhere cool. After we returned to the house, it was still hot. I called Keith, we ran through some things to try, but nothing was working, and everything seemed to be in order. I finally, reluctantly, called Frosty. I hated to call him on a Sunday evening, but by this time, I knew church was over, and we were sweating! He assured me he could come over in the morning. In the meantime, I shut the ac down, and opened some windows, turned on the attic fan, and cooled the house down to about 70! Praise the Lord! Some dear friends came by and stopped in for a visit. We so enjoyed spending some quality time with Lloyd and Ada, with some good conversation. Once they left, mom was ready to close the windows, since "we can't leave them open all night". Oh well... We turned off the attic fan, closed all the windows, and mom wanted to turn the air back on. She was not convinced it was not working. After her and Beck went to bed in mom's room, I took my pillow and laid on the floor beside the vent. Air is air, and at that point, I just wanted to feel some air blowing in my face! I slept off and on all night, and finally it was time to get up and get ready to take Beck to the airport. We were up, dressed and walking out the door by 5:45 a.m. Mom had opted to stay home. Beck and I stopped at the bottom of the hill to grab some much needed coffee before heading north on 55 towards the airport. We had good conversation on the way up, and that was really the first time we had the opportunity to talk at all, without mom. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the East Terminal, and it was time for Beck to get out and head towards security. I truly miss my sister and the opportunity to have good old heart to heart talks. After I let her out, I made one stop to pick up something from my brother-in-law's house, then headed south on 55 towards home. I pulled up my driveway at 8:30 a.m. I went straight to the deck, where my grandson and his "Cousin Emma" were playing. Ruger had spent the night with us! My husband decided to fix us a big country breakfast with farm fresh eggs. Man oh man, it was good eatin'!! We enjoyed just chilling on the deck watching the kiddos play. Eventually, we started up the grill and grilled some salmon, and chicken and pork steaks and brats. Jenna, my daughter that lives with Kelly in St. Louis, and her boyfriend, Cole was down. My daughter Jessica had a friend that had spent the night as well, and Kate had a friend spend the night, so our house was full of teenagers and young adults!! Another one of our spontaneous Govero parties! Later on that afternoon, after everyone had scattered across the farm riding 4 wheelers, and fishing, we got a phone call from our neighbor down the road, Hildon. He was having some chest pains, and wanted to know if Keith could drive him to the hospital. Of course!!!! So, I grabbed my hair, put my shoes on, and out the door we ran. We grabbed Hildon and Peggy and drove them up to Festus to the ER. They have 2 daughters that are nurses, and they work at Jefferson Memorial, so that is where he wanted to go. On the way, we called them, so they were waiting for us when we pulled in. We all sat in the waiting room of the ER, while the girls took turns going back to be with Peggy and Hildon. Finally, around 11pm, Peggy came walking through the double doors, and informed us that they were going to keep him overnight for some more tests and observation, and that she was ready to go home. We drove Peggy back home, went in with her, got her settled in her house, and then we drove to our house, and two very tired people walked into our bedroom and I don't remember much after that. I do remember seeing the clock turn 12:15! This morning, the phone began to ring way too early for me and my husband. But, his contractors wanted to talk to him first thing this morning. Before I knew it, he was up, getting dressed, and walking out the door headed to work. Needless to say, I have been moving way slow today. Lots of research on the internet, comparing results and opinions on surgery, radiation and the timing of it all. I just wish someone else would make all these decisions for me. They are too hard. I know I am so emotional because I am still so tired. Hopefully, tonight, I will get a good night sleep, and tomorrow will be a good day and I will be ready to deal with the surgeon and the chemo and the oncologist appointments. Pray for me. It will be a long day........