The Year of Yes

And just like that, a 10-ton elephant has been airlifted off my chest.

Oh, guys. My funeral. It was going to be awesome. Circus performers! Live music! A parade, even! But you’re just going to have to wait a little longer.

Test results: Precancerous changes are characterized as “mild.” At this time, my risk for developing cervical cancer is low. Check again in 6 months. It is likely that this will, in my doctor’s words, “clear out on its own.”

As for the pelvic pain. Well. Turns out it wasn’t a cyst, but perhaps the return of my endometriosis. I had surgery 3 years ago to diagnose and remove tissue, and there was always a risk of it returning worse than before. Again, I’ll wait and see. I’ve been pain-free since last Sunday, and I am holding on to that for as long as I can.

I continue to “keep busy with survival,” as my favorite quote goes.

I want to thank everyone, from the bottom of my melodramatic, hypochondriacal heart, for the well-wishes and support. It was a lifeline. Bless you bless you bless you. If I could, I would extend my arms through the internet and give you all an inappropriately long hug. Thank you.