a bit of drama...

Well, finally, after the longest week of my life, it's the eve of what could probably change my life forever - how’s that for a sense of drama? (finally this boring blog has one). Mom, Dad, my brothers (I think), Meg (she texted just now), Nikki (I just told her today) have all been praying. Sister Catherine even had her Benedictine community offer one mass for moi, can you beat that. The funny thing is I feel quite calm, and in fact quite confident that everything will be just fine tomorrow. Of course it’s been fun being the center of concern for one week, too bad it's all going to end tomorrow when everything goes back to normal. Meg has very kindly offered to accompany me... she actually read my mind because I was really intending to ask her if she had the time. JUST in case the results are not what we want to hear, I would probably be too flustered to discuss options with the doctor. Before anybody gets me wrong, this is NOT life threatening at this stage in time. Come to think of it, the only thing it threatens is my vanity. hehe. There are always reconstructive procedures of course, but Meg thinks I should have that done abroad.
Mom was saddened that I didn't tell the family earlier, that I'd been carrying this by myself for almost a month. Well honestly speaking, I hate the fuss people make because they have the tendency to over react and tell other people, and the story just gets bigger and bigger, and that makes me more stressed out and worried than if I were the only one who knew about it in the first place .

Of course posting the above in my blog makes this piece of news no longer private. It's ok. It's the eve, and I'm entitled to be made a fuss over. Well ok, I AM just a tiny bit nervous. I will update you all as to what this is all about, by tomorrow, when the story's over. If you read this within the next 24 hours, do say a prayer! If I don’t make any reference again to this particular issue by tomorrow or Tuesday, that means everything is just fine, I’m ok and alive, and we can all go back to our tidy little lives while I wait for the next drama… I promise you there’ll still be a lot of that in the next 30, 40 years!