Random Thought

Not too much going on here. I've been hanging out with Greg and going to his appointments with him. I love the sciences and I really want to get back into it after I graduate, but being in the hospital reminded me why I got out of pre-med. First, I'm too emotional with sick patients especially when they're are children and have diseases that can potentially kill them. It makes me sick to my stomach to think how much these kids bare everyday at such a young age. Secondly, talking about the meta-port (a device Greg had to have surgically implanted in him so he could take his chemo drugs through it), or even looking at it makes me nauseated-especially when I touched it. I don't know what I will do back in the sciences, maybe get another endorsement and teach it. We'll see what happens. I am planning to get my high school endorsement while I teach so I can teach higher levels of math and science.
But as for everything else I want to do in my life, I just don't know yet. I guess being with Greg puts life in prospective. I mean, I'm sure he'll be fine and get through this, but he is terrified and I feel his life goals are now more short term rather than long term. And of course this makes sense, but makes me think that I'm trying to rush my life along when I try to figure out what I want and need to do for the rest of my life. I need to keep reminding myself to take it one day at a time, b/c you never know what will happen, but yet have a positive outlook for the future. Take care.