Monday's Child is Fair of Face
by Mother Goose

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

I was born on a Tuesday :) I hope I am full of grace from our higher power since I am NOT graceful. I have not smoked and am not drinking to go to sleep anymore. I have a heck of a time falling asleep but can't seem to take anything for the insomnia due to side effects from the medicines we have tried. I've been calling coffee my vice since I need it to stay semi alert in the day. I was recently told that coffee is not a vice so I'm thrilled to pieces. I am not on top of the exercise thing. I sought out the above poem based on another blogger's name. Wonder if you can guess who.

My classes are blowing my mind this semester. Last semester I could barely remember that I needed to go to class, this semester I feel like I can't get away from the stuff I'm working on.

Today is Wednesday and my biopsy is Friday. So, like a big fat idiot, I went and looked at the melanoma websites and fact sheets. Checking the survival rate was a big ass mistake. I am scared. I want to see my kids grow up. I can say that I'm a fool. I was afraid of this mole LAST SUMMER. I showed it to my primary care physician and she blew it off. I should have pushed. I made the appointment with the dermatologist because I knew he would take it seriously. He is. He scheduled my biopsy for his very next surgery day. I'm farking scared. I don't want to not see my kids grow up. I'm such a fool for reading up on this. I should have only looked if I knew my diagnosis was melanoma for certain. Knowing too much ahead of time makes this stressful. I know better, why did I do this? UGH.