Good News!

It's [my cyst] dead!
The cyst of my ovary is dead!
The wickedest cyst there ever was, [certainly not in all reality--but for today, in my body]
The enemy of all my future kids IS DEAD!
GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS!

This song from the musical Wicked has been running through my head ever since my sweet ultrasound tech last night told me that my ovarian cyst is no longer there. WAHOO! As I sat through the depths of an uncomfortable ultrasound last night, I was trying to prepare for the worst, and I was almost prepared for the worst case scenario, which in my mind, last night, in that dark, cold room, was a hysterectomy. But it seems that that scenario has been spared me.

I was so excited that on the way home, we stopped for ice cream. But then I was too tired to eat it. Man, I'm one tired person. I'm kind of a hot tired mess.

The other GOOD NEWS is that I survived my bone marrow biopsy this morning. I tell you, it's weird. But I also tell you that if you ever, ever have to have a bone marrow biopsy, I highly recommend my oncologist, Dr. Feigert. He's performed over 2,000, and he has it down to a very quick science. And his sweet nurse held my hand during all the really hard parts ("now you're going to feel some sharp pressure."). As one person said, isn't all pain really just immense pressure? Think about it. Results will come in two or three days. Let's hope it's the same kind of GOOD NEWS that I heard last night.

My mom is leaving tomorrow. Oh how I love her and how grateful I am for her to drop everything and be here with me, almost 24-7, for the past month. Oh how I hope she is able to pick up the remnants of her life and find a job. If you know of any jobs in the Provo area, please oh please keep us posted. And I can't wait for Mom and GranNomi to come back for Christmas.