It’s nothing.

A smudge on the ultrasound. Possibly the shadow of the titanium clip they placed there years ago to mark the exact spot where a tumor was removed. A mistake. A fluke. Whatever you call it, don’t call it cancer. Because it’s not. It’s nothing.

Oh my god. I am so exhausted. I will give you the details tomorrow but a picture is worth a thousand words, so here are a few:

Anesthesia makes you cold, hence the footie jammies, but not so cold you can’t jump through the sprinkler.

Worth the wait

And no, you can’t stop typing, people. Keep typing, keep typing!