I was waiting. Waiting to hear about the appointment with the specialist. I am very good at not thinking about things. It worked for the first day.
I finally got the call from my GP. I had an appointment for December 1. That left 2 days to think about it. The first day I went to work and it was business as usual. The second day was harder. I started to think about what was inside me. It seemed to be growing so quickly and was already large. Could it be a tumor? What would happen? I could not imagine leaving my family. I was so worried what would happen to my husband if I had to leave. It brought me to tears more than once throughout the day. I was trying to be strong, to not imagine to worst scenario. All I could do was wait until the next day and see what would happen next.
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