Ding goes my cell phone.
I look down and see a notification that I’ve received a voice mail from an unknown number.
Surely, though, this unknown number is no longer unknown … hasn’t been for the last 17 months.
I prefer to actually talk to my nurse or doctor so I can ask at least one question. When I just listen to what they have to say over voice mail, I feel a bit anxious. I want to talk.
So here’s the scoop: They’re going to keep Mary on BCPs then aspirate her cyst on Monday, 3/24. They’ll check her again next Wednesday, and hopefully she’ll be ready to go. My nurse told me to continue my meds: Delestrogen every three nights, Prednisolone every night, and so on.
I can’t complain.
Until next week …