Well, it seems like it maybe a lesson a bit harder learned.
My doctor's office called around 4:15 yesterday afternoon with a report on my x ray. No pneumonia. That's good news. The bad news is that there is a "suspicious nodule", 6cm in size, in my left lung. Well. Didn't expect that.
So I've had a range of emotions since then. The anger hasn't hit, nor the sadness. Just disbelief.
I'm having a CT scan at 8:15 this morning. A fasting one, of course. I'm sitting here starving. It's almost 6 AM, two and a half hours to count down and I'm hungry. As soon as it's over I'm heading for Taco Bell for a mango-strawberry Fruitista.
It could be anything. Right now I'm hanging on to that. And it could go the other way. My church is praying for me and the choir had special prayer last night. At this moment that seems like the good and proper thing to do. After all, nothing about my life is in my hands. Just His.
So if you are of a like mind, I would appreciate any words going toward Heaven. For me, sure. But for my family. In my mind right now are thoughts of just being rid of whatever this is by any means-by prayer or by surgery. Or whatever. It's keeping my mind off things I should be concentrating on.
That's that. Now I'm going to stitch.
Boy, I'm hungry. And still sneezing, blowing and coughing.