Hugs, Noel. I think just accepting what could be is cathartic. One day at a time is all I can handle. My granny had cancer. She had both breasts removed for all the good it did. The chemo and radiation made her so sick. I would never want that for myself. Let's see what tomorrow brings. I'm sure it's nothing more than a lymph gland.

"Grits is one of those country-boy words that is both singular and plural-like deer, elk and sheep. I think the singular is appropriate when there's a modifier that makes it clear one is talking about something specific. Like, 'Grits are good for you, but these here grits is tasty.'"~~Joe Wrabek