My doctor called first thing this morning. "You have a mass in your lung," she told me. "I am so sorry." She didn't even want to call me. She wanted to call my husband. But she knew he was out of town and she had no choice.
They have scheduled me for a CT scan on Monday.
Should I be worried about this?
I can't tell my husband. He's not due back until Monday, and by then, everything might be O.K. Plus, I hate to ruin the last days of his vacation by causing worry.
(This blog didn't exist yet, so he couldn't have found out here.)
I worry a little on my own, with a few friends and my parents. But worrying is not in my nature. I am the eternal optomist. Surely, everything will be alright. (I did start taking the antibiotics, just to be on the safe side . . .)
Peace on Every Side
2 weeks ago