The appointment with Dr. Runk happened two days after the fateful mammogram/ultrasound shellacking. Greg went along to provide moral support; the gravity of it all hadn't sunk in yet, at least not with me. Dr. Runk did a typical breast exam and could actually feel the small tumor on the right side. I tried at home to feel it but couldn't, or maybe I didn't try very hard.
Dr. Runk is a straight shooter. She stated the blunt facts, looked directly into my eyes and pronounced that I needed an ultrasound core needle biopsy to determine whether the tumor was malignant or benign. Her scheduler, Kim, met with us to set up the biopsy procedure which would be done at the ProScan location in the same building as Dr. Runk's office. I still wasn't worried.
I come from a long line of famous worriers. My mom was great at imagining the worst case scenario for any situation. Or so I thought. It turns out that my Dad could out-worry my mom.
Now, what does worrying accomplish anyway? Even though I'm such an awesome worrier, it's one of my best traits BTW, God tells us not to worry. I'm supposed to be casting my burdens on Him. And not worried about tomorrow for tomorrow will care for itself because each day has enough trouble of its own. AND even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil for YOU are with me. So there you have it.
I wouldn't have believed it was possible but I do now. What? Oh, that all of the prayers being said on my behalf have taken away my fears and worries. What's left? Simply to enjoy being with my fellow travelers on this road. Those who have gone down this road before me and those who haven't traveled it yet. Praying always in every situation for everyone else is all I can do.
"An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up." Proverbs 12:25
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