All is Well!!!!

The Dr. personally notified me that all is well with my biopsy. I had expected this all along; however, it is nice to have this confirmation. When you are faced with something like this you can't help but let your mind wander to all the "what if " possibilities. At this point I will spare you the details of the horrendous things that were passing through this random brain of mine, but I will say that sometimes they weren't pretty.

For the most part I think people view me as callous because I appear to be bit unaffected by topics such as illness and tragedy. Sometimes I think I look at life too clinically and wish I didn't have such a "realistic" attitude about life and death. Let me assure you that even though I might appear to be fine it always seems to manifest itself in other areas. Maybe it is some weird coping mechanism that I have developed. I wish I could blame on a terribly abusive childhood, but it's not. Truth is, I had a great childhood, no physical, sexual or emotional abuse to speak of. No watching my parents get divorced at age 12, no boyfriend that knocked me up in high school and led me to a heroine addiction. Nothing, Nada, Zilch.

Maybe it could just be this wonderful personality I have been blessed with that has led me to have such a lack in meaningful relationships. After all, I have never been accused of being too compassionate if you know what I mean. I should just face it, when you got it, you got it and I my friends don't have it.

P.S. I do have a few friends and by friends I don't mean acquaintances. Oh!!! and my kids, their an exception to this rule. I will gobble them up I love them so much. My husband on the other hand, now that's a different story;)