Well, I've got a biopsy Monday at one. While the oncologist does not think that it's anything serious, he doesn't know what it is. It's far enough away from any incisions that I'm doubtful about scar tissue. It's tender, and I can feel it when I move my arm, which makes me think that it wasn't always there, or I'd have noticed it before. He says it doesn't feel like a lymph node. "I hate to sound dramatic, but I'd like a biopsy," I said, and he was okay with that. I walked out of there not feeling stupid. That's always a bonus, for me.
Cara said, "Are you worried?" I said, "Ya know, I've been thinking. Whenever I worry about something, it almost always turns out to be nothing. The stuff that really turns my life upside down are the things that I don't worry about, the things that I never even saw coming."
Fully expect that the comical Dr. K will be right. It won't be anything serious. I hope.