My youngest son visited the doctor yesterday.
He has a lump on the back of his head that has been slowly growing.
It is now 3 cm by 4 cm.
Not tiny, to say the least.
I, thinking it was a lipoma, was nonchalant about the whole thing.
Well, as it turns out, it MAY be a lipoma or a cyst but it may also be a brain tumor.
This, from the doctor.
My son now needs to get a scan to determine if his brain and skull are involved in this growth.
If they are, then a neurosurgeon has to operate on him.
It’s not a simple surgical procedure.
You can imagine, I am a little worked up about this.
To the tune of two cocktails a night.
It’s not every day a doctor tells you that your son might have brain cancer.
And just when I got over my own gynecological cancer scare.
WTF is happening?
The WORST part of all this is that the scan has been set up for A WEEEK FROM NOW.
Which means I have to survive a whole week carrying around this fear.
So, if you can, spare a thought for my little one.
Even though he’s not that little anymore.
We could use some good mojo.