I'm not the first woman and I won't be the last to have gone through multiple tests and biopsies but I am happy to find out today that everything has turned out negatively in that regard. I'm physically healthy (I'll write about my mental health soon enough!) and that's what matters.
The worry and stress of "what if" has been taunting me for weeks and weeks. Such tiny little words to describe the waiting and wondering, the little question always in the back of my mind. What if I do have cancer? What if I get so sick that I won't be able to hug and kiss my children? What if I die before I'm ready to go?
There are so many people out there who've gone through this experience and didn't get good news that it breaks my heart a little to be able to feel so free and relieved that I'm not one of them.
I'm wondering now why I wasted so much time on a situation that was out of my control, something that was (or wasn't) already on its own path with destiny.
What if I just kicked "if's" ass instead?
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