For A Moment

 

                            Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

The souls most precious to us here

    May from this home have fled;
  But still we make one household dear;
    One Lord is still our head.
  Midst cherubim and seraphim
    They mind their Lord's affairs;
  Oh! if we bring our work to Him
    Our work is one with theirs.
T. H. GILL

This year as we try to come back to some normalcy, I decided to make sure all of my screenings have been up to date. Covid19 sort of placed everything on hold and it was time we began living our lives. My oncologist visit went well as did my Ct. scan. Next, mammogram screening. 

It came as no surprise to me that I needed further diagnostic testing on my breast. This has been occurring for years now. The same breast and in the same spot. I think I even mentioned it at my screening. No worries.

I headed out for an early appointment expecting to be done right away. I mean, I have been through these exams often in the past. It wasn't quite like that. After the diagnostic imaging, I waited for the doctor to read the scans. After a few minutes, they called me in for more images to be taken. No problem. Again, I'm waiting. They came back again wanting to do an ultra sound. No problem. Again, I'm waiting. The doctor comes in himself wanting to do the ultra sound himself. 

Really? I was fine until he came in himself. That has never happened before. Just for a moment I thought to myself that perhaps there might be a problem. My ovarian always came back in the same place and the treatment was pretty much routine. Breast cancer . . . . .that's a game changer. Breast cancer metastasizes into something else. 

Hmm, I turned my head to glance at the white lines on the screen that caused them so much concern. So tiny, so faint. Hmm, I might have to hurry up with these yarn donations of mine. 

It's funny the thoughts that enter our head. I was not worried, anxious, upset. I was more concerned that I still had so much more to do here before I go. I thought about all the people who have been told nothing else could be done. What were their thoughts? How did they feel?

"Well, Ms. Krol, I think it's just tissue. We'll see you same time next year."

Just like that all thoughts left and I smiled. 

Have a blessed day everyone.