Benign

Facebook memories have had me all up in my feels lately. I’m not ice fishing in Minnesota. I’m not hanging out in Nashville. I’m not chasing waves on the beach. I’m not even allowed to drive. I’m home. To make matters worse, I still have Christmas crap hanging around the house. I’m over it. Absolutely over it.

And then, just like that, I am on my knees humbly aware of how lucky, blessed, and thankful I am to be exactly where I am. Today, I was able to access my pathology reports from my total hysterectomy last week. Every single report was benign. Although my doctor suspected that would be the case, there was always the possibility of…. and spots that could be… and cysts that might…

So, I should apologize to my family for flipping out yesterday when the Christmas tree was still up. If you know me, you know that after Christmas dinner, it’s time to put away the tree. It really wasn’t about the tree or the decorations, more about the lack of control I have over anything. I’m sorry for clearing off the mantle myself and for fussing about how you were doing things. In real life, it really doesn’t matter. Thank you for taking down the tree even though it wasn’t bothering anyone else but me. I’m trying. Now that we know the results, I hope to never hear the term “pathology” again. I suppose it was bothering me more than the tree being up, and more than I realized.