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.
Glad to hear the news was good.
Thank you, Lord. Thank you for your intercessions, Holy Mother Mary and St Raphael. God be praised.
I’m also glad to hear about this. You’ll be in my prayers.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
Amen to all.
T, give me a holler email, I think my W might have been thru this about a decade ago.
God bless you, your lovely bride and the young miss.
Whew, indeed. I’m pleased to hear that all is well.
Very, very glad to hear good news. My wife and I, silent-ish readers, had no idea about the tension/worries, as we aren’t ‘known’ commenters, but we do both read your blog. At 51 and 48 years old, we’re also hosts to these occasional medical ‘uncommonalities.’ Best wishes from EvanF and SusanF