No one can say it better than Arnold, but in my case, surprise, it was a tumor! A little fatty one on the side of my head that was pretending to be cyst. It's gone now, a short outpatient surgery took care of that. And Paige isn't scared of me anymore. Let's just say that when you have surgery on your head, you can't wash your hair for over 24 hours and a little girl with sensitive sensitivities doesn't like to see her mom's matted hair chunky with blood, surgical goo, and other really gross stuff.
Honestly, if I was going to have fat surgically removed from my body, I wouldn't have chosen 0.1 ounces off my right temporal lobe, but I am happy to be tumor-free!
Funny! Yet terrifying! I'm glad Paige survived. How did you even catch the tumor in the first place?
ReplyDeleteI am laughing out loud at your title and little joke at the end. I'm glad everything turned out alright.
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