Detour

Life rarely proceeds in an orderly fashion.  It lurches forward and stubs its toe in the dark, hops, skips, howls and bumps forward again.

This past two weeks Roger's progress seemed to be sidetracked.  That growth on a lymph node in his neck had everyone mystified.  We were told it was not cancer, but it might be cancer.  It's not, but it could be.  It is cancer, but not a bad kind.  It's benign, definitely benign, at least for the time being.  We've seen the transplant team, the surgeon, an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist, and the transplant team again.  It seemed like every expert wanted to stall and defer to someone else.  The only thing they could agree on was that the mysterious lump should not have been there.

At this point in time, we are still unclear on exactly what it is, or what it was, but it seems to be benign.  Enough's enough; we're getting bored with it.  All waiting rooms look alike.  We're bored with reading the same magazines, filling out the same forms, answering the same questions and making what seems like the same phone calls.

It's really all okay.  When your mind is left idling over a situation long enough, it will go over the same crazy-making ground until it finally gets bored and moves on. Boredom is a sanity saving strategy.  We've moved on, and that beats the heck out of anxiety.
--Candi