March Sucks!
So, about yesterday.
Minding my own business getting imaging. Taking in the spa-esque atmosphere with lounge chairs, ottoman pods and soft music. Enjoying my book of Bible love stories.
Wasn’t expecting the news I received.
“There are two masses on your breast.”
I knew something was amiss.
When I arrived, the scene was bustling. Workers, attendants, many of us ladies in pink, soft robes listening for our name.
Test after test I had been taken to room after room. Each imaging session was longer than the previous.
Almost three hours later I walked out and no one was around. The halls were empty. The lobby was empty. I was the only one left.
I came in alone, not knowing.
I left alone, knowing what I didn’t want to.
It was a weird feeling in the way that it hit me as I walked down one of the corridors.
Empty.
My biopsy has been scheduled. Allowed myself to have a moment of thought about the other possibility. Then returned to thinking of the best possibility.
Then…..
March. March. Oh March.
For the last ten years I’ve celebrated March. And this year especially. This month marks the 10 and 5 year anniversary of my craniotomies. My Cranniversary
To God be the glory! The healings. The victories.
March 2014
“You have a mass on your brain.”
March 2019
“The mass on your brain has grown back.”
March 2024
“You have two masses on your breast.”
March is pissing me off!!
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