What? Me Worry?
The week after the Big Scare: it's a good thing no angst was spent on worrying about the lump. Because it doesn't rise to the level of further checking for cancer: a thorough ultrasound performed by an Artist of the Specialty settled the matter. And said ultrasound is now archived for future comparison in case of any changes, growth or suspicious activity among the several lumpy nodes resident in me. Great news. Time to give thanks and encourage others who may be facing your own Big Scare. Hubby and I had agreed as we walked into the hospital that whatever the test result, we would face with faith and prayer and a positive expectation of being in God's will for us, however it might go. As the poet writ: Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you 'grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be. Home is the sailor, home from the sea And the hunte...