At that picnic on Monday, a friend who’s an oncologist asked me point blank out of the blue, How’s your health?
I admitted I had an ultrasound coming up on Wednesday, but they’d done one previously and found nothing so the doctor didn’t think it was cancer but wanted to keep tabs on it.
He said something about his patients hating ultrasounds and I kinda shrugged it off. But not out of ignorance–rather, eh, I know what I’m in for.
Turns out it actually was easier than last year’s testing. Yay. And for getting one step closer to ending this two-year period.
The hard part is the waiting to hear. I have plans for this next month of my life that I am going to do (Hi, Mom!) because I said so.
I mean, that always works, right?
(Update: I just signed in and there was the radiologist’s report. No mass seen, no abnormal thickening. Yay.)
