I played phone tag today. When my surgeon's administrative assistant finally caught me, she told me the news. My doctor's away, my pathology report is benign, and I've got an appointment with a nurse practioner next Wednesday.

I hung up the phone expecting euphoria to hit.

But strangely, it didn't.

Instead, I almost felt discouraged, even disappointed. So, being overly introverted, I sat down to stare inwards and find out why.

First I found a bit of that childlike I'm-not-dying-so-I-can't-be-the-center-of-attention-anymore feeling. Is it really time to grow up already?

Then there was that bit about my doctor being away. Shouldn't I have gotten a memo? It's always a shock when we find out that we're not as important as we'd like to think we are.

Then, there's the appointment with an NP. I've had an uncomfortable experience with one in the past. But when you read a bad book, you don't dump out the whole bookshelf...

Then of course, there's -- and suddenly the euphoria hit.

It was benign!

Yes, as mom e-mailed me the other day:

CONGODTROL

(It took me a moment to figure that one out, too.)

Spring's coming, Sunday's coming, and I've got the whole month of April in front of me without a single appointment scheduled. Life is good.

Although I'm extremely grateful that a dear friend of mine is not moving, I am finally moving on.

This will probably be my last Caring Bridge entry. If you miss me, feel free to look me up on Facebook :) And once again, I can't thank you all enough for the prayers and support. You were God's hands and mouth getting me over the bumps in this road.

Thank you.

May God bless you as He's blessed me through you.