My lump has not grown, I am fine. I prayed to be at peace one way or the other, but I experienced a full on spiritual assault of fear while I lay there in the darkened room, that sono wand prodding my underarm while the tech paused to type and take still pictures. Why is she stopping, what does she see? The wave of fear came suddenly, the feeling of...oh no, this is IT. The dreaded diagnosis.
As I waited there alone while the doctor reviewed the results, bracing myself yet fighting for that peace, I decided to be thankful still. And when I heard the words, "The lump is still small, you're good to go, your doctor will let you know when you need to come back...", it was like Christmas!!!
So yay, and now I have to get out the door with the three youngest, dentist appointment for Jonathan...
Thank you for kind words, encouragement, and prayers. :)