If there is a level of fear below scared shitless, I’m there.
Apparently when the surgeon found a “really promising” gland and cut into my neck, there was a tumor attached to the gland. Really not a good sign for someone with a cancer history. She was able to remove it and send it in for tests, but I have to wait till Wednesday for results. Then on Thursday I see the oncologist to find out what kind, what stage, where it’s at…. So, pins and needles till then.
The good news is that I’m sporting another rockin’ star on my neck that is about an inch long. Right in front, above the collarbone. I get to scare little children for another year till it starts to fade. Yeah, yeah, quit bitching about a little scar, others have it worse than you. I allow myself to vent once, play the pity party for 10 minutes then I pull up my big girl pants and get on with it.
Joe did agree to let me go ahead and get another tatoo. I just need to find a local artist who does amazing dragons. I have always had an affinity with dragons, and have felt many times to be protected by them. I have had the same dragon in every car I’ve owned. He’s been with me for 30 years and he watches out for me. So, I’m getting a dragon on my left front thigh. I have a tremendous urge to get it done quickly. I’ve been dreaming of a dragon for the past several nights, so I know what I want it to look like. Lots of reds and yellows and orange, really scaly and fierce. Lots of fire and teeth. I need a fighter.
OK, I’m off to bed. I think I’ll take a pain med and zone. Night all.