Friday the 13th

This is an image from an old journal, but seems fitting...

The news I received today wasn't what I hoped for,

but could certainly be whole lot worse.

I am very fortunate that my doctor ordered an ultrasound

to go along with my mammogram, because had I relied solely

on the mammogram results, I would be thinking all was normal.

The ultrasound revealed what the mammogram imaging did not,

that I had a lump. The biopsy has revealed that the lump is

'minimally invasive ductal carcinoma'.

Cancer.

Actually, the image above is how I think I should feel,

but really I'm kind of numb.

I keep expecting to feel scared, sad, upset - but I don't.

I know I need to simply keep moving forward, take the steps

required to remove the cancer, and heal.

I didn't get the news until it was too late for me to reach

the breast specialist who did my previous (non-cancerous) lumpectomy,

so all will have to wait until Monday...

so on I go, trusting

all is well, always

all is well, always,

all is well, always,

all is well, always...