I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that I have a tumor. Chances are it is a uterine fibroid - which is benign and not horribly uncommon in women. But it is big. I don't know how big. The ultrasound tech showed mom and I the image on the screen. The tumor looks larger than my uterus (however big that is). Now I am waiting for the gynecological specialist at UNC to call and schedule an appointment. When my doctor told me they were referring me to a specialist, she said "Don't freak out. He is a gynecoligist oncologist. But he is the best. He's who I would go to." Funny. "Don't freak out." I've got a mass of some large size in my stomach. I don't know how long it has been growing there. I may need surgery. It could be something worse than a fibroid. "Don't freak out." I'm freaking out a little.
Lord, help give me peace and patience as I wait for my phone to ring and as I go through the process of complete diagnosis. Help me remember that joy comes from knowing you and your saving grace. That things of this world are nothing compared to knowing you. You are strong enough to take on everything for me. I'm not doing this alone.
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