Hi, Steve, Lynn, Heidi, Kaley and Brian. Thank you for all the prayers. I really appreciate them. I don't know yet. I would like to go to my ob/gyn but it will be a month before I can be seen. The lump is better. It's not painful. I have a good suspicion that it's a lymph node. My neighbor works for the Feist Weiller Cancer Treatment Center at LSU in Shreveport. She was willing to get me in like on that following Monday. They are not in my network so I told her I'd wait. I am scared but not scared enough to go. Maybe ignorance is bliss. I know I'm acting like a spoiled child about it and I apologize. It's just if I do go and it's the worst case scenario, I'm not likely to jump on the chemo and/or radiation bandwagon. My boss just died that Friday night we got back from Gulf Shores. He had all the treatments available and some experimental stuff. He only had a 10% chance of survival. He was willing to fight for his life. I would have to have better odds than that for me to gather that kind of strength. I'd want my last days to be of better quality than he had. Medicine really can't save anyone. I'm a nurse. What can I say?

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