Twistedspinster

It's Gonna Be OK!

Oof.

Finally tracked down the radiologist's report, got it sent, and got the results. Apparently, the jagged black spot was just a calcification. I've also got a 4mm cyst, which is no big deal.

The emotions are still resounding and echoing -- I feel like one of those Looney Tunes characters where they have a bucket or barrel over their head and Bugs Bunny plays it like a marimba. (could you pick a more apt metaphor? didn't think so.)

Relief. Wow, lotsa relief. Yet, I've got a lot of other emotions bouncing around too - like disappointment that I don't have something they can easily remove which will solve all my aches and pains. (yeah, I'm a bit of a hypochondriac.)

And I'm also a bit embarrassed that I was so stressed about nothing. I mean, hey, I've only had 5 fibroadenomas removed (cue the Frankenboobs reference again), why couldn't I tell this was nothing to worry about?

And what if I cry wolf enough times that I don't have any support when I really need it? ah, memories of HRH, His Royal Hiebert, the emperor without a clue...

AhHAH! This is the part of the self-reflection where I start beating myself up for beating myself up. That's when I really know I'm gonna be ok, and can relax and laugh hysterically!

Thanks, dear friends. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

posted by Ruth S. @ 1:17 PM