I spent the other day in the woods. Literally. There were more mosquitoes than you could shake a stick at. Jason told me to use two sticks. I'm full of bites, but not terribly scratchy.
Later that evening, I ran my hand over my chest and I paused. Let me remind you about the mosquitoes. I felt something. A lump. I inhaled. And immediately lost my mind. Remember - mosquitoes; i don't want to frighten anyone.
I made Jason feel it. I cried. It was the 6 month anniversary of my diagnosis and I felt a new lump. My mind instantly went to that place.
Jason knelt in front of me. He looked me straight in the eye and calmly stated, "You're fine. It's probably nothing. Look how well you made it through the last six months."
And then it clicked...
"It's a mosquito bite, silly."
Oh. Yeah. Woods. Mosquitoes. Ahhhhhhh, my voice of reason. Because sometimes I jump to conclusions. Sometimes.