After I’d blogged yesterday, the doctor rang to say there’ll be no further action. The lump in my body they found five weeks ago is nothing to worry about. It’s fatty and benign. Like me.
It’s taken a day to sink in. Waking up this morning without the low level anxiety that’s been dogging my days is wonderful. Who cares that there’s a wind whipping round the house that sounds like a gale in a badly-funded horror movie, or that there’s snow on the grass?
What I’ll remember is how pleased everyone was with the news: the love.