Meaning no disrespect, I do believe that the prayer I made, while sitting on the potty, did the trick.
When we are seriously paying attention to what thoughts are moving through our minds, so much can be revealed.
My prayer wasn’t necessarily for myself, except to ask for strength if I had to fight again. I asked to prevent my family from any sort of heartache, and to give them strength as well.
My prayer was answered, except for the tiny little spot on my spleen. According to Blunt Oncologist—cancer grows, this thing hasn’t changed, we will watch it.
Old April would have said, not good enough, biopsy it. However, do I really need to have some type of invasive something stuck into me, to find it’s nothing? No. I am doing something a little foreign to me—I’m trusting my doctor.
What I didn’t expect, was for my mind to let it all go.
I feel a bit off today. Not in a bad way, a new way. A wider path to self-discovery, and acceptance.
My prayer was answered, but not exactly as I had expected.
My mind is a bit more free today, if that makes any sense to y’all.
I need to regroup.
Oh, and to explain today’s title–and because I had to add a little nonsense to my post—the lady that checked me out, and set up the next scan, had the post menopausal facial hair plague.
As we were getting into the elevator, my husband said someone should tell her she needs a shave. I had no clue what he was talking about until he explained it. It was something I hadn’t even noticed.
Of course, I thought it was funny that he saw this on the lady—he never notices when I have an inch long hair growing from my chin—either that, or he likes to see how long it takes me to notice it myself.