Dirty Words!!
On 1 July a CT scan turned up nodules on my Thyroid. On 11 July I started two days of testing to see if I am about to meet God as I know He/She. :)
The report was supposed to be back by 1:00 P.M. today. I've called the doctor's office three times this afternoon. NO ANSWER!
Is it possible that they cannot understand how scared Bonnie and I are?
Now don't get me wrong, I am not whining, I am stuck with not knowing which is worse then anything I can imagine.
I know, after a weekend of searching the Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins web sites that the chances are 99.99999% in my favor. However, here I sit worried for us. Cowardice springs immediately to mind. Chicken S*it is another term that jumps up.
I've faced burning compartment's on a ship. Police shoot-outs as a kid, bodies being pulled from the Harlem River, in the Bronx. I'm no hero, but this has knocked me to my knees.
How do you cope with Panic!! Fear, I can muddle through, but panic.
I thank God for the gift of my Lady. She stands right here with me.