POLLYANNAISH in Postcards 4

  • June 13, 2019, 8:55 p.m.
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I follow doctor’s instructions, I make appointments, and I go to them feeling a little like Pollyanna. Always hopeful. “This is going to be ok. It’s going to be just fine. It’s a good thing I like this doctor…” that sort of thing.

Today I had a CT scan layer by layer unveiled to both of us. Two little blobs of emphysema. A lymph node that was way too big, and two nodules all in the left lung. At the very bottom were the many lines of the fibroids.

I have to tell you that I dread the biopsy that’s upcoming. I insisted that he put me to sleep.

Always hopeful.
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  • Himself: G taking a lot of days and hours off to help me through all this wearing out. He’s counting down to retirement too.

  • Myself: One lung. Always Hopeful. First day back in the pool, and wore new glasses to drive a car. They need a little more work.

  • Photo: One of Poolies friends.

  • Reading: The newest Evanovich.

  • Gratitude’s: G as usual.


Last updated June 13, 2019


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