Call it stress. Call it hormones. Call it whatever, but today felt like tears were threatening to spill at any moment. I'm not a crier. Okay, not an often crier. When it happens, it's usually fast and furious, and then it's over. Today was not like that.
I kept getting overwhelmed by emotions, and not all of them had to do with me or Wayne, and it was just hard to deal with. A columnist for our local paper wrote an article about his terminal brain cancer. A Facebook friend of a friend posted that her husband died yesterday from lung cancer.
On my way home from school, I dropped my husband off for his oncologist appointment, and I drove the ten minutes to my house to wait for him to call me back to pick him up. I thought I might take a short nap, but instead I locked myself in the bathroom and let the tears that had been pooling in my eyelids all day spill over and over and over.
I feel a little better now, but my emotions are so crazy lately, and it makes me feel so weak.
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