I was talking to my band students today about attitude. I was about to tell them that having just one student with a negative attitude is like a cancer, affecting the rest of the group.
I had to stop myself from using the word.
I feel like curling up in a ball.
I hate this.
And now it’s been two weeks since I got the news and one week since I went to Houston. I know NOTHING more. Is this a good thing? Is it a bad thing? Does it matter how bad the growth looks to them?
It matters to me.
And that’s all that matters.
I see the damn thing all the time now. When I’m getting dressed and undressed. It stares at me. When I use the rest room, there it is on my leg. Every day. Every hour. A reminder that I am not as healthy as I thought I was.