It just gets better and better...

Okay, so I survived the kindergarten field trip to the McKenna Children's Museum in New Braunfels.  Whew!  What a trip!  And the kids were completely and totally occupied during the entire trip!  YAY!!  And I had no trouble keeping up with my little trio of the Impossible Son, a little girl named Roxanna, and a little boy named Gaspar.  Boy, when I called my trio, only THREE kids looked up.  Nobody else had their names!  It was a DREAM!!!  

In the meantime, the Husbandly One, who has been fighting a recurrent sinus infection since October, finally went in to see an ear, nose, and throat specialist today.  He has lost his sense of smell, and his left sinus has been completely blocked.  We grew suspicious recently when a tooth on that side that had been bothering him for some time got worse, and he went to have it worked on last week.  Well, he ended up having a root canal, and not long after, the infection seemed to release.  But... he's still completely blocked on that side.  So, he went to an ENT, and while we were at the museum, my cell phone rang.  (no, I didn't jump this time, I have since found a ring tone that doesn't scare me to death, and I recognize as my phone).  "Where are you?" he asked cheerfully.

"Still at the museum.  Where are you?"

"Oh, I'm at home.  I have an appointment for a CT scan in two hours, so I thought I'd just come home and relax.  Just thought I'd let you know."

"Oh.  Okay.  So... how did it go?"

He kinda hemmed and hawed, then said, "I'll tell you when you get home, and after the CT scan.  Right now, they don't want to say much."

"Okay."  Then I had to chase after three kids (not mine) who were about to bowl over a little girl in a wheelchair, so I told him bye, be careful, I love you, yada, yada, yada, all the wifely stuff you say to your guy when you're worried but you can't say it.

So, after we were safely home, and I was rousting the Impertinent Daughter to get ready for soccer practice, the Husbandly One comes home with that tight, manic smile guys get on their faces when they hope you don't keel-haul them when they give you the bad news, but they're still hoping to charm you out of it, so they smile, not realizing they're giving it all away because that smile just doesn't hide ANYTHING.

"I'm having surgery at 10 am tomorrow morning."

*jaw falls open, eyes pop out, brain slips out ear and flails around on the floor*

Yep, he's got a polyp that has filled the entire sinus, and it's gotta go.  To say that I am stunned, gobsmacked, flabbergasted, bamboozled, whatever, would be a major understatement.  

So, there's this part of me that's running and screaming in little circles in my brain, panicking like crazy, because my husband is going to have SURGERY!!!  AAAAAACKK!!

But the calm, sensible part of me is saying, "well, this is a good thing, because this has been ongoing for some time, and he'll feel so much better afterwards, and it'll be really nice to once again be able to say 'honey, smell this and tell me if I put in enough garlic' and have him nod or shake his head, instead of reminding me he can't smell anything."

Can I get off this roller coaster, please?

Oh, and as far as my dad goes, the docs are doing a PET scan next week to make sure his cancer hasn't spread elsewhere, the sneaky little bugger.  They think it may be part of the original cancer that didn't get eliminated the first time, but hasn't had a chance to completely grow.  Do you think I'm tearing my hair out yet?  Yes, yes, I am!  

I do want to thank all of you who have been so supportive.  It really helps.  Right now, I will take every single iota I can get!  Love you all!  *hugs her f-list and snuggles them*

And elaboration?  QUIT SCARING ME LIKE THAT!!!