I have tried to share joy. I have shared that. And I have been scared witless. I have been down, shared that too. Been in the pits. I tried to rise above, sharing good things. I've been there for friends because where else would I be? But oh my god I have been so scared. My sweet husband has had a health scare that has taken six weeks to get to the bottom of. But we kept on keeping on, doing Christmas for Mom, age 93, and trying to be upbeat and positive. It was a bitch of a struggle.
It all started with swelling in one leg. No biggie, right? Wrong. First an ultrasound which showed venous insufficiency. Totally doable! Nope. Gotta get a CT scan to be sure there are no abdominal tumors. OK, get that scheduled. Of course, that was on the day I had to have a lunch here at home for 93 year old Mom's friends. Had to get that done, Mom takes no prisoners when health concerns interrupt good manners. So after talking it over with my sweetie, I did it. While he had the scan.
After he came home he told me we would hear that day. About the results. The phone rang. My blood ran cold. Just while I was sitting amongst all of these women. You know that stomach dropping feeling? That was me. He came over and gave me a thumbs up. I almost melted. But, there was a tiny little thing. It required a cystoscopy. Which we waited an additional two weeks for. So I went with him for that, loaded with questions. All looked good and the wait was on for one more test result, which came today. My sweet man is okay. He really does have venous insufficiency. Thank god. That is minor in the scope of life and makes me giddy with relief.
I think I may sleep well tonight. It's been awhile.
Thanks all who have listened. Really.