Crap – you have to be kidding me. You know when things are chugging along, busy, hectic and good, lots and lots of good.
A world wide open ahead of you…ready for the taking! And then, seeds of stress and doubt come in.
Usually in the form of lady lumps.
It must have been all the heavy lifting (or at least that’s what I was telling myself) We are T minus 1 day until the move. The pods are being picked up today (a few hours earlier than planned) and it is baking hot on our south facing, sun drenched front lawn… exactly where we are spending the day loading all our belongings to be moved.
As I lay in bed last night, pulling on my jammies I felt it… the lump.
As hubby and I were running around signing papers and doing last minute bits, I told him.
Those powerful words.
“I found a lump”
We are both believers that the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t, and I know I for one have a somewhat extravagant imagination that loves to run away on itself.
As my imagination runs, I am a passenger to its scenery. Seeing us commute back and forth to the mainland to deal with the cancer that eats away at my breast. I see my husband raising our 3 kids, alone on our dream island. I see everything I am constantly trying to escape in my realizing my dreams… I see my nightmare.
24 hours of trying to pad the stress down, a full day of telling myself that it is fine. Too much worry at the moment in our life where we are finally starting to live.
So I get it checked… and checked fast! And, it seems I will live another day and that my aggravated cysts will bother me for a while and then it should go away on its own.
The doctor did say he could write me a note to get me out of lifting the heavy boxes if I wanted…
Nah… the things you sweat for make the completion all the better!