but I am always anxious. Today, I did not want to know my results. I told them, I am meeting with him next week. I did not email Hank to tell him that I went. I did not demand (beg for) a call. And, somehow, without any nudging my phone rings. "Swedish Medical Center" It is Hank. We chat for a moment and he exhales like, "Well, the two watch spots may or may not be 1 mm larger. They cannot tell." "Okay, so I am NOT dying tomorrow, but I probably will have to scan soon." "Yes, two months. No longer." "I have an appointment with you next week. We can talk then." "Have fun....."
So, I do not have more on my list, but the watches are being strictly watched. I can live with that. Thank you for all your nice comments, texts, prayers, and love. It helped while I was waiting. I just have to string two month together and maybe I will get to a lifetime.....
Happy Monday, Ang
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