So I just got back from my doc. I'm scheduled for another test this week, and we briefly discussed the possibility of surgery and where it would take place if necessary. I could deal with the worst-case scenario but still cried. I'm calmer now...and besides, it's a beautiful day. BBQ would be good for lunch, I think.

I've spent so many years with the focus of my medical care on psychiatric matters. It's kind of strange to have to deal with a physical issue. Oh well. I guess it was inevitable. Thanks for the support.