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Three yucky weeks

The past three weeks has brought with it a series of episodes that I’d much rather forget.

 

To those who emailed, thank you so very much for your concern.  I’d heard about the caring nature of the blogging community but never gave it much thought, that is, until I started to receive messages from a few of you. 

It meant the world and it restored my faith in the fact that blogging is, indeed, good for the spirit.  Something I need to keep doing.

Blogging = Soul Food.

 

So here’s the lowdown on my issues of late:

 

Issue 1 – My new friend

I have tried to contact her but to no avail. I sent an SMS to meet up and she replied that she was sick.  I rang her on another afternoon but she was preparing tea and didn’t call back.  My intuition tells me that if it isn’t the pressures of the silly season, then she’s not interested in pursuing a friendship.  I will try once again, (I don’t quit easily) but that will be my last attempt. 

 

 

Issue 2 – My health

Two scans, two specialists, 450 dollars and a blood test later, I’ve been given the all clear. 

Thank God.

There is a cyst on my ovary but it isn’t as angry as first anticipated.

Complex but benign. 

Magical words.

I need to return in ten months, (I don’t know why it’s ten months), for a follow up scan but thus far, I have a clean bill of health.

As I said, Thank God.

 

 

This cyst business made me question a few things and leading up to the school holidays, I can say that changes are nigh.

 

Slowing Down

 Cliché alert:  I need to take care of myself so I can take better care of my husband and my kids.

 

Every Mum I know feels compelled to cram as much as possible into every day; activities, chores and appointments combined with endless amounts of driving, not to mention, job commitments. 

 

For the foreseeable future, (the school holidays, that is and hopefully beyond), I will do less.

 

I plan on relaxing and enjoying life and my family more than I have of late.

 

The Pacific Islander kids at my school say, YOLO quite a lot. 

Google tells me this means, You Only Live Once.

 

 So fingers crossed that this post spells the end to a yucky three weeks. 

 Onwards and upwards.

 YOLO!

 Robomum X


11.45am

I’ve been flying under the radar this week, keeping busy with family obligations and the start of the silly season. 

 

Doctors have featured firmly in our lives of late.  We’ve had sick, sniffily kids, adults and grandparents but thankfully, a few prescriptions later, most of us are the mend.

 

In the manic whir that was the past fortnight, I also discovered that I have a cyst (again), on my ovary.  The last time was back in my teens, where it was removed via a c-section type cut and never thought of again.

 

Complex Ovarian Cyst.

 

I’m telling myself it’s probably nothing. 

I’m telling myself it’s just something that will be looked, at dealt with fairly swiftly.

But this time, as a Mum and Wife, I’m nervous.

 

At 11.45am today, I have my appointment with a recommended specialist, so I am very blessed to have a noble pair of hands to manage my problem.

 

I hope it’s nothing.

I pray it is something that will be dealt with quickly.

 

But as a Mum and Partner, I’m a little afraid today.

 

 

If you’ve had an ovarian cyst can you tell me about it?