My GP rang me this evening with my results (23/5/2013).
‘There were no abnormal cells in the fluid which shows it was consistent with a cyst’
Immense feelings of relief. Because even though I’ve had the mantra of “I will be okay” running through my head for the last week, there was one little niggling inner-voice that would cry out every now and again “What if…”
I do have to go back in 3 months time, because they saw other cysts that they want to keep an eye on, but for now I have the all clear.
So today was the day where I shed tears of joy. Joy for the results and joy at the outpouring of love and support from my family, friends and aquaintances – who when the first of these posts went live rang, emailed, messaged and enveloped me in their arms.
Today is also the day where I stop and think of all those all over the world who are going through their own something.
A something like…
the tornado is Oklahoma… the son of friends who is facing his third round of treatment with a disease that has been a part of his life for the last 10 years… gay marriage that is being fought for the world over… the countries at war… the members of my own family who have been and currently are battling with cancer…
Because there is always something happening to someone. There is always someone who is having a worse day than you or me.
Today is the day where I remember a very dear friend of mine, lost to testicular cancer a couple of years ago. His words still resonate with me and I leave you with them now.
“Don’t become hypochondriacs, but don’t be ignorant to what is plain as the nose on your face, or in my case what was kicking me in the nuts.”