I often pretreat a couple of shirts to try to get some stains out, then start the washer - without putting the shirts into the machine. (I was, perhaps, a bit puzzled when I opened the machine at the completion of the cycle and found it empty.)
Fortunately for my shirts, Shout can safely sit on the fabric for a while, and the grease stains came right out when I re-ran the cycle.
OK. Maybe I'm a little stressed.
Mostly, I'm glad to be moving on this Kate surgery thing. Getting to this week has been a too-long process. Too much time to think and stew. I am scared, and my subconscious knows it. Time and time again, I've had to turn my thoughts away from the doomsday scenarios my imagination so easily conjures up when I let down my guard.
So many unknowns.
Soon, they will be resolved.
I've been busily nesting, getting my place ready for winter, so that when I return home at the beginning of November I can snuggle in without having to fret about all the fall chores I left undone.
Truth be told, this is one of those times when it's hard for me to picture an 'after'. Probably because I know surgery is just the first line of defense against her cancer, and getting through the follow-up therapies will be one long and hard slog.
Back to one step at a time.
What can I do to help her take *this* step? Don't worry about all the hard next steps. Just take *this* one.
It's worked for me, for us, before. I am pretty sure it'll work again.
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