Sometimes in life we hit a bump in the road. Last week I got one.
In December I had a chest x-ray to see if I had pneumonia. I didn't. What I did have was a lump in my lungs. My family doctor reluctantly ordered a CT scan as he figured the lump was just the functioning nodule in my thyroid. Some people are tall, some people are short, I am lumpy.
The results came back to my Dr's office but he never called me in and when I called to ask about them I was told that if it was anything, they would have called me.
Anyway, when I went in a month later for an unrelated matter I asked about the results. My Dr. said very little but he did say he would send me for a surgical consult. He seemed rather unconcerned so I was too.
I was unconcerned right up until the surgeon's office called me on a Friday (my birthday) and wanted me to come in on a Wednesday. In Canada, waiting forever is normal, so speed is bad. Plus they wanted me to bring my spouse. I think I cried for an hour.
So, we went on Wednesday and to cut a very long story short, the lump is not cancer (praise Jesus), they think it is a thymoma, but it needs to come out. Unfortunately the only way to take it out is to crack open my chest.
This will necessitate a 5 day stay in the hospital, 2-4 weeks where I cannot drive and 8-12 where heavy lifting is forbidden. There are no words to describe how challenging it is going to be to live with my tactile, active sons and not pick them up or have them give me bear hugs for 2-3 months.
I am struggling a bit with this lump as it has created a bump in the road I was not anticipating. Nor am I terribly at peace with yet. I know I should be grateful that it isn't anything really serious and that I don't have eight kids or small babies and that I live in a country where I am not worried about paying for it or my insurance covering it, and I am, I really am, but I still wish I didn't have to have this done.
So your prayers and best wishes are appreciated.