Sitting here with bees in my stomach
Butterflies sound way to happy happy joy joy.
I think I am reaching critical mass. Serious. I talk talk talk talk, and it doesn't really seem to matter. I have decided that even with my little warm and fuzzy conversation with whomever I keep talking with at the oncology group, I am just not happy. Tomorrow is dedicated to happiness. Tomorrow will be a reckoning of sorts with the powers that be. I will have a better answer tomorrow even if I have to drive to another state and sleep on a sidewalk of some hospital.
Maybe one of those hospitals will take me in as a mental patient until they can get around to removing my tumor. Yes, I said it, TUMOR, not cyst or mass, lets use the real word. TUMOR.
Main Entry: tu·mor
Pronunciation: 'tü-m&r, 'tyü-
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin tumor, from tumEre
1 : a swollen or distended part
2 : an abnormal benign or malignant mass of tissue that is not inflammatory, arises without obvious cause from cells of preexistent tissue, and possesses no physiologic function
Oh, but I forgot, it is perfectly safe for everyone to sit on their hands and delay delay delay. Well, safe for everyone but me.
posted by Weird Mama @ 9:10 PM
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Just wanted to let you know that there are others out there who have been throught the surgery. Ten years ago I was 16 weeks pregnant when my OB found a cyst on my ovary. I had to have the surgery, no choice of waiting until after my baby was born. (Unlike you, my scar runs across, so that after I had a c-section with my 2nd child, I know have an upside down T.) Just wanted to let you know I know how freaked you are and everything will eventually turn out. (trying to be uplifting) Good luck.
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