Rough road

I'm tired. I've had an emotionally exhausting week. Father's Day is always a sad time for me, because I know that no matter what I do for my dad, I cannot take away the hurt of not having his son here and Father's Day is a painful reminder of that. Also, my heart breaks for little Tommy and for Cathy. We had a cookout at Dad's place and then they were going out to the cemetary to drop off a poem/footprint thing that Tommy had made at daycare. Of course, this made me cry. Also, Cathy had some hearings related to the workers' comp claim, and this forced both of us (but mainly her) to re-live the entire awful experience of losing Pat, as well as her having to hear really awful details in the testimony from the person who found Pat. So, that's been sucky. Also, this sounds silly, but my ARMY boyz are actually all gone now and that makes me a little bit lonely. I know; I'm always complaining about them and wishing they'd be more quiet, and then as soon as they're gone, I'm all sad. I'm crazy that way.

And lastly, fellas, you should probably just skip this next part: [Monday, I spent 3 hours at Jewish Hospital having a mammogram and ultrasound. Everything is fine, but they decided to use this as my baseline since I'm so close to 35 (how the hell did that happen?!?). However, they had found this little cluster of calcifications and they wanted to see if they were at the skin level or deeper, so I had to have about 12 images taken, which was a little unnerving and also required a LOT more contortion than I was expecting. The calcifications are each the size of a grain of sand, so I have no idea how they even noticed them, but I'm glad they did. I have to go back in 6 months to be sure they aren't changing, but I fully expect them to be fine. Still, there was a lot of mashing and manipulating that made for a very awkward experience.]