Guess I lied. Look! I do have something.
It's pretty small. Maybe just shy of a centimetre at best. But it's hard. And smooth. And it doesn't feel like the rest of the stuff in there. Every month I check to see if it's changed. Nope. Not growing. Not going away. Just sitting there, being.
Likely, it's nothing to worry about. And my doctor says the same thing. But she refers me for an ultrasound, just in case.
And I wait a month and a half for my appointment.
And today, I wait 2 hours in the hospital.
I am ushered into a room.
I see it on the monitor - a very distinct oval-ish mass.
And in less than 10 minutes, I know..
I am fine.
The girl says, it's clearly filled with fluid. Flexible walls. Normal.
There are a lot of things I could say right now. That I THOUGHT about telling you while I was sitting there. With all those women, in our dorky hospital gowns. But, now I don't really wanna. I just wanna appreciate the good.
Hey - I'm "normal".
Well, relatively, of course.