Wednesday – December 10th I go in for more mammogram films with different views, followed by an ultrasound, then to the consulting room. I knew this wasn’t over. Doc comes in and explains what he sees something and suggests an ultrasound guided needle biopsy. Can I throw up here? I hate needles and being awake with them. Are you kidding me? That’s why I never had an epidural with all three boys, not because I am brave, but because I am a big chicken when it comes to needles. The mass can still just be cyst she says, so I try not to borrow trouble and focus on God not my fear of needles.
I’ve called on my “upper room” my disciples, if you will, for prayer. God’s peace has washed over me and continues to rest on my shoulders like a warm blanket. I am grateful for so many things.