'It' is not a cyst. 'It' is solid. 'It' is measured at 3 cm. 'It' cannot be called cancer. 'It' cannot be called benign. The radiologist recommended removal as quickly as possible. Once the biopsy is done, they'll know what to call 'it'. I called Gina to tell her that I was home, and could be reached there. The receptionist answered the phone. I call her a 'rotten woman'. It's a running joke between us. "Hi, you rotten woman, you," I said. "Oh, how are you doing?" she said in a serious tone, very unlike our usual bantering. I knew then that they already had the radiologist's report and recommendation. "It is what it is," I said. She said, "You'll be okay. Do you hear me?" Gina was right there and wanted to talk to me. She got the surgeon's appointment moved up a week.
Mike, over at the 'Ifsofog' wrote "Life is currently happening to me at an unacceptably high rate of speed and with an undesirable intensity." Ditto.