Life rumbles along, big wheels carrying you through each day and night and you don't realize you are being carried by the momentum of the big wheels turning. But you are.
Then a day like last Friday comes along and somebody throws a stick in the spokes and everything stops short, just for a bit.
I went with Lauralea for a "consultation" with a specialist on Friday. It quickly went from a consultation to a "Ooh that is a large nodule on your thyroid," then straight on to "Let's do a needle Biopsy of it. Now."
It ended with something like "We will need to do surgery and I will let you know the biopsy results right away." I'm not too sure on that because by then it was all a little fuzzy in my head.
And so, we wait.
We are pretty sure it won't come back as a problem, but living in never never land was only fun for Peter.