Last week I had a little scare, or a big scare......depending on how honest I am being. While visiting the doctor for a standard physical for the adoption, it was recommended I get an ultrasound on my right breast.
The doctor did not say that she felt a 'lump', but instead used the word 'mass'. She didn't think that it felt like anything to be worried over, but insisted it be addressed immediately, as opposed to after the adoption like I had suggested. I wasn't scared, more worried and slightly put out. It was something else to think about lying awake at night and yet another massive concern to pile on my overflowing plate.
Thankfully, all is well! Thursday morning test results provided the huge sense of relief I was in need of. I must admit that while I waited for almost a week I could not help but wonder, 'what if?'. I put on a brave face and a casual tone, but inside I was a wreck! This week, I have a whole new perspective!
Dear Random Mass in my Right Breast,
Thank you for recently scaring the sh** out of me! I realize now that I was wasting a lot of time complaining and feeling sorry for myself. You made me remember how very much I have to be thankful for!