I am waiting.
I am tired.
I am angry.
I purposefully picked the best hospitals.
I searched out the best doctors.
My goal was to avoid useless waiting.
Instead I spend days at a time looking at my phone.
Waiting for it to ring.
I think my new case has marks from the imprints of my hands.
I don’t know what I want… but I want to get out of “the waiting place.” I spend too much time here and its unhealthy.
Thursday they said the biopsy should be scheduled by Friday or Monday. It’s Weds. at 7:30 PM. No worries. I have called. It didn’t help.
It’s a small nodule, the one they are concerned about. It is less than 2cm. But, excuse me for being anxious -even 10 year survival rates of about 95% serve as little consolation when the numbers refer to your little girl.
And what about my damned spleen? Clearly not a medical emergency, but the holidays messed with the waiting there too. I was told 9 days after they received the CD of my sonogram that it was blank. Really? 9 days? No word back from them about a plan either. I especially loved the part right before Christmas when my oncologist told me hamartomas are “almost always benign.” Great. See, prior to that conversation, I thought they were ALWAYS benign! UGH!
I am trying. And I will be fine. I guess some days I am allowed to be tired and grumpy like the rest of the world. As long as I remember…
Better get some loud music and another glass of wine. I think I need to dance the wait away!