I had my surgery almost two weeks ago where they took a mass in the lining of my uterus out to send it for further testing. Basically they want to biopsy it. The surgery itself wasn't so bad. I came out of the sedation talking about Yo Gabba Gabba which is kind of funny. The doctors were looking at my like I am insane. Well, I probably would too if I didn't know what it was an someone was going on and on about it. Anyway, other than some cramping off and on, I feel better. What is excruciating is having to wait for those test results. It is something that can ultimately change your life. Just because I am young (which by the way, is middle aged considered "young" anymore?) doesn't mean that I am immune. I know very young people who have had cancer; some beat it and some were not so fortunate. All of them, way younger than I am.
Anyway, I got a letter in the mail today from my dr's office and I have to admit, as much as I wanted to rip that envelope open, I sat on it for awhile. I was really afraid of what was inside. So, I ran Jackson to preschool, came home and put The Beast down for a nap and then opened up the letter.
"Your biopsy came back benign" is what was inside the envelope. Thank god.
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