I recently underwent some medical testing. (I will spare you the gory details. If you want to know, ask. My email address is on my profile.)
The results, while not what I would have liked to see, were what I needed: definitive. There's no real doubt now as to my next course of action.
I'm headed for some pretty major surgery, and with my charming medical history, it's risky. I don't especially like that, but the risks will be greater the longer I wait. So I'm not going to be waiting.
Since I learned of the results on Monday afternoon, I've reeled through the initial shock of the diagnosis, and as that faded, I've been trying to come up with intelligent questions to lead the way as I proceed with this new medical adventure.
I am not sure they are intelligent.
I don't have twenty. Yet.
I'm sure I'll have more as the doctor answers the ones I have.
I'm just waiting now for the doctor to call me back.
Because we're having dinner with my folks tonight, and I know my mother will want details. Again.