POLLYANNAISH in Postcards 4
- June 13, 2019, 9:55 p.m.
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I follow doctor’s instructions, I make appointments, and I go to them feeling a little like Pollyanna. Always hopeful. “This is going to be ok. It’s going to be just fine. It’s a good thing I like this doctor…” that sort of thing.
Today I had a CT scan layer by layer unveiled to both of us. Two little blobs of emphysema. A lymph node that was way too big, and two nodules all in the left lung. At the very bottom were the many lines of the fibroids.
I have to tell you that I dread the biopsy that’s upcoming. I insisted that he put me to sleep.
Always hopeful.
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- Himself: G taking a lot of days and hours off to help me through all this wearing out. He’s counting down to retirement too.
- Myself: One lung. Always Hopeful. First day back in the pool, and wore new glasses to drive a car. They need a little more work.
- Photo: One of Poolies friends.
- Reading: The newest Evanovich.
- Gratitude’s: G as usual.
Last updated June 13, 2019
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Deleted user ⋅ June 13, 2019
Hopeful for you too ! It’s good to be put to sleep !
GypsyWynd ⋅ June 13, 2019
Hoping along with you.
gattaca ⋅ June 13, 2019
Prayers. Always.
Marg ⋅ June 15, 2019
Don't ever lose the hope bit!
Hillbilly Princess ⋅ June 17, 2019
Sometimes looking on the bright side is the only thing ya got.
MageB Hillbilly Princess ⋅ June 17, 2019
That's it.
NorthernSeeker ⋅ June 18, 2019
What a misery waiting for test results. I'm crossing my fingers while I'm reading ahead in your diary.