Friday morning I called my endo's office to tell them about the lumpiness in my throat. I spoke to the doctor's assistant, who brightly informed me that the doctor had two cancellations for that afternoon -- one at 3PM, and one at 4PM.
The kids get out of school at 3:15, so technically, the 4PM appointment was feasible. However, it was the Friday before the long weekend, DS1 needed to work on his research report, and I had already made a long, long drive that morning up to N. Phoenix for a different appointment.
Plus, I wanted to be able to go to the resort and have fun and not think about the possibility of recurrence for a couple of days.
This, I was able to do -- it was a wonderful two days, and I enjoyed being able to hoist myself out of the pool without trouble, and being able to pick up DS2 and throw him into the water, and letting DD clamber up onto my shoulders to jump back into the pool. I'd never done that last, before, and it surprised me that the hardest part was not lifting her onto my shoulders, but helping her to keep steady so she could stand up without falling back in.
Turns out that I can't get in to see the endo, or anyone in that practice, until June 7, so I called my gp's office and have an appointment for tomorrow morning. They'll write up an order for an ultasound at one of those imaging labs, which could be useless but not if I get a technician I can talk to beforehand -- I know what they need to look for, after all.
So we'll see how it goes. A friend told me I was foolish not to take the appointment on Friday, because then I would know already -- but I just couldn't do it. As frivolous as it sounds, I didn't want to ruin the weekend. Faced with the possibility that last weekend may have been the best part of the summer, the only real "summer" I'd get, there was no way I was going to let anything taint it.