A mostly good report from the pathologist today. Either my wife has a large but typical benign cyst or a very unusual non-cancerous tumor. “Uncommon” is the worst it could be. Minor surgery looks like it’s on the horizon, but there should be no problem with it.
During a pause in today’s consultation, I whispered, “You’re uncommon, sweetie.”
I got shushed.
For those who knew, your prayers were much appreciated. I was under orders not to make this news wide and public knowledge. I told God earlier today that I wasn’t up for a bad diagnosis. I’m the parent of a teenager–I’m not prepared for medical drama on top of that. There’s only so much a guy can take. I didn’t want to insist on a recall.
About 3pm this afternoon, I felt I could breathe. For about the first time in two weeks.