So. Good news. My CT scan results were 100,000 % normal. Which I knew they would be. I was pretty sure I didn’t have cancer–I’m not even bald.
Bad news? I don’t know what in the world is causing my stomach aches. Scratch that–actually, I have a sinking feeling that in my old age of 29, my stomach has lost its cast-iron coating, and I’m going to have to give up…coffee. I don’t know how that’s better than having cancer.
That was a joke.
It’s been raining here, like crazy, and that can only mean one thing: Spring! Well, it’s on its way, anyways. And when it comes, we’ll be outside everyday. We’ll go for walks and runs and we’ll practice t-ball out in the yard and we’ll give the dogs a much-needed bath with the garden hose. We’ll plant flowers and we’ll buy a new lawn mower and we’ll grill chicken and we’ll sit on our back porch at night and stare at the stars instead of watching stupid man shows like CSI: Miami. We’ll lose weight and plan out our Florida trip and we’ll stop obsessing over non-existant tumors. And it will be so nice and sunny and warm outside that we won’t even need to drink coffee.
I feel better already.