Last week I received a phone call at night from my pulmonary Dr., it was not a good call.
Because of the blood in the fluid they drew from around my lung, there was a chance I had cancer again.
When I first hung up the phone and called my mom to tell her I felt fine. Then for some reason I broke down and started crying.
Friday, he was supposed to call me back after the full pathology report came back and when he did not I started to worry.
Saturday morning I was a wreck. Anxiety was high and even with the anxiety medication it took a while for me to calm down just to get dressed.
My legs and hands were shaking. For the first time, I believed that it could be cancer even though I was confident before that it was not. I don’t know the reason for the sudden change.
A really good friend arranged to take me some place on Saturday to keep my mind off things. it worked. I had a great time and did not think about it.
Yesterday and today I was not worried about it. In my heart I just knew I did not have cancer.
The doctor finally called today and told me the good news. It is not cancer.
What if I went through went the :”It would be so easy to ….? What if?
I praise God for not going through with it, for the thought that immediately came “You have dreams to live out” That thought and the inside joy got me through the weekend with the help of my friend.
love to all
pb: Persistently and passionately pursuing my dream(s) and making them become a reality one by one.