I have been out of work with a doc's note since week before last. It started as a cold and escalated into "God help me, I can't breathe," so off I went to see Fabian (doctor) for prednisone injection, breathing treatment and a boat load of medications. Typical fare for a lot of people this time of the year.
He decided to do a chest x-ray, and I hung around until the results came back to see if it was pneumonia, which it wasn't. However, there was a spot on the x-ray. He said, "do you see it?" Of course, I did. and he said, "Well, you just could have a bad, bad case of bronchitis, but then, there's this." He pointed to the spot. "We'll wait for the radiologist's report before we go any further, but you might have to have a CT scan."
Well, at 9:00 the next morning, his office called. They had already set up an appointment for the CT and a follow-up office visit to coincide with my completion of treatment for bronchitis.
Am I scared? Terrified. Am I hopeful? Yes. Am I praying? Definitely, and looking back over my life at all the things I've done that were not my finest moments, and wondering if I'll ever have the chance to be the woman I want to be.
I hope I do.