These are the worst hours, the hours the night before an appointment. Nobody is awake, or if they are awake, they are cozy in their beds and not wanting to chat on the phone.
At this point the marrow has been gone from my body for three weeks now and the results are in. Tomorrow is the day.
Overall, I would say I am 99% unconcerned. After all, Dr. D said that he was doing it only as a precaution based on the negative peripheral blood findings and I have not been called with any life-changing results. Yet, that still leave the 1% uncertainty, the knowing that life likes to throw odd twists and challenges my way.
So that is where I have been these past few weeks . . . patiently waiting, trying to quell the anxiety. Though it could be worse. Tomorrow I could show up and am told that there is something wrong but we do not know what it is . . . go to Dr. X instead. He/she will know.
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