Fine, Worried, Not Worried, Worried Again, OK, Fine...
Yeah, that's how my brain's been doing the closer I get to this Dr. appt. I'm bouncing between -everything will be fine and -I'll need surgery by Mon. I can dive from near tears thinking I've certainly got some sort of cancerous cells making all this fluid in this enormous cyst.... to Nah, it's nothing but a cyst that is freaking out from the BCP's I'm taking. The closer I get to finding out an actual medical opinion, the more up and down my spirits go. Yes, I'm going to find out something! OMG, she could tell me the worst possible news!
Gah!
Hecate be with me! I am at a crossroads of my health and life. Light my way! I want to make a good choice from the options ahead of me. I am on the verge of becoming an instant crone if I need surgery.
Gah!
Hecate be with me! I am at a crossroads of my health and life. Light my way! I want to make a good choice from the options ahead of me. I am on the verge of becoming an instant crone if I need surgery.