It was heart-shaped. Also itchy. So I showed her, and whoosh! First, an ultrasound of my right leg. Followed by the swift knife of Linda, who "wanted that thing in a bucket." Quickly sewn-up, and off to the grocery store. The work day erased completely from the day's schedule, so as to accommodate these sudden medical procedures.
Then home to my eventual thoughts of mortality, odds, and a pretty much doomed genetic predisposition. Ah, sweet life. How easy it is... to take our unfolding days for granted.
The what-if's are looming today, yet I feel strangely grateful for the chance to face my own mortality. Each day's a gift, after all.
7 comments:
ouch!!
no picture of the bucket? ok. the flowers are better. by far
hope it's all gone.
Keep us posted, annie. Hope all the reports are good. Facing mortality is a good thing in the moment.
What was it? Yes, keep us posted!
You sound positive and chipper and that is the main thing! :)
Ditto, ditto, and ditto. Keeping a good thought, and THANKING YOU FOR THESE GLORIOUS DAFFODILS!!!!!
(My crocuses have EMERGED, and many have bloomed -- joy on a slightly smaller scale :-))
good day sunshine =)
ain't this life just a kick in da pants?
hope it turns out to be nuttin' honey.
I hope that all is well. Getting a reminder of our mortality isn't necessarily a bad thing. Still.
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