The End Is Nigh

I saw my life flash before my eyes when the little bump appeared on my wrist. I asked my husband, "What do you think it is? Do you think it is ok?" Yes he replied, you are fine, I don't even see it. My response was, of course, "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU CAN'T SEE THE BASEBALL SIZED LUMP ON MY WRIST?!?!" You MUST be kidding! Not two minutes later, I was sick to my stomach worried by the fact that this huge mass on my hand just appeared out of nowhere, didn't hurt, and moved when my fingers moved.

The voice in my head was reminding me that my daughter could have a severed limb and my husband would say, oh she's fine, she just has a cold. With that, I became convinced that if he thought I was fine, I was surely going to die immediately of the c word (no, not THAT c word you dirty bird).

That was 2 weeks ago. I'm still here, so is my friend, the baseball on my wrist. I guess I will make use of our health insurance and call the doctor so they can have me come in just to tell me that I need to wait a couple of weeks and see what happens. Oh and by the way, give us your copay NOW! Maybe I'll save the gas money and just send them the cash.