The lump on my neck was biopsied this morning. FINALLY.
My surgeon stuck a needle into my neck while I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip and tried to not cry, scream or hit anyone. Especially not him. He’s a good man; it’s not his fault that I had to have a needle in my neck. It’s the lump’s fault. Stupid lump.
I should have results Tuesday. In a way, not having the answer right now is a good thing, because we’re heading up north for our friends’ wedding this weekend, and I don’t want to have to think about anything but their happiness and this celebration of love and friendship and family.
There’s no room for lumps at this party. There’s no room for lumps in my life.