Today my mother had a cyst removed from her ovaries that was roughly the size of a football. This was a surprise, since we were all under the impression that it was more the size of a softball. Ew either way, although Brian says he’s heard of a case involving a cyst the size of a MEDICINE ball.
Doctors always win gross-out story contests.
But the best news, of course, is that Mom’s cyst was benign. All previous tests had pointed to this, but it was a relief to get the confirmation. Our good friend and next-door neighbor in Pittsburgh died from ovarian cancer just a few weeks after we moved to Utah, and it was difficult not to think about her slow decline when thinking about my mom’s case.
I couldn’t think about my dad being left alone. So I didn’t — strangely, although I am something of a worrywart, I’m good about putting stress aside when it’s something I can’t do anything about. And now I don’t have to think about it at all. Hooray!