Sometimes it feels like my life is that scene from Young Frankenstein. You're just getting through a mess and looking on the bright side, then it starts raining. All you can do at that point is laugh.
My doctor called with the results of my ultra-sound. I have a complex cystic mass of over 10 centimeters; that's about 4 inches. It appears to be attached to my right ovary. He said it is made up of several masses and he is "concerned" about it. I will call my GP Monday morning and set up an appointment with an OB GYN or Gynecologic Oncologist. I'll still have the colonoscopy next Wednesday and a consult with the surgeon the following Tuesday. They're hoping to have the surgery to remove the mass and do the fix for the diverticulitis at the same time. No sense cutting me open twice if they are going to be in the same area. I'll just have a few more specialists in the operating room.
The mass has not given me any symptoms. If it had not been for the diverticulitis and the CT scan in the emergency room, I'd not have known the mass was even there. It could still turn out to be benign, but I'm prepared for whatever may come. I can't help feeling God allowed the diverticulitis so this mass could be found. I don't ask why the mass. I'm just as susceptible to problems as the next person. Bad things happen to good people, and average people like me. I can't control what happens to me, but I can control how I respond. To borrow again from the movie, I choose to respond "with quiet dignity and grace." More so than Frederick I hope. (Don't get it? Watch the movie, the laughs will do you good)
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