Growth

Avoidance of your coming birthday may be best. Mine went something like this:

Happy Birthday; you have a tumour.

Okay, not really like that, but sort of. A couple things:
1. Thanks for all the happy birthdays I got on Saturday! Yes, I had a good day. I felt like shit for most of it, but I made it to 23 in good spirits, if not in good health.
2. Yes, I finally have some answers to that mystery illness some of you witnessed in December. I'm still mildly (rightfully I believe) angry at the 2 different places I went to when at Dordt who tried to tell me there wasn't much wrong, that I should get councilled, because as a graduating student with no job set for me, going home to live with her parents must be such a depressing and/or stressful present for a gal like me. They don't know me. I've absorbed more weight from the world in my time than that. I survived Sioux Center, did I not? (no offense to you that I love there)
So in case you didn't get the memo, I found out today that I have a mass of blood cells attached to my liver. As you may have guessed, they're not supposed to be there. The GREAT news is that it's "very benign"- aka: non-cancerous. Good news is that I now know what I'm up against. Bad news = it's still in me. I've got yet another doctor's appt on the way. . . hopefully they'll see the wisdom in taking this thing out. My mom has a friend who had a cyst the size of a milkbag (see canadian if you don't know what that is) once. Can you imagine? I bet she felt good when that one was out!
3. That's all for tonight. No profound thoughts. Far too mentally exhausted. Just me, where I am, at this moment.
Goodnight.