Scared

It's D-Day. I have to go for a check to find out what the actual mark on my lung is. Is it a scar, a granuloma or anything else. I think what gets to me most is the uncertainty. The longer I wait the more scared I get. Knowing doctors, I would probably walk in sit down and hear something like, "come back in 2 weeks's time". I wish I could just walk in, find out what's wrong, have it fixed and walk out. Nothing's impossible. Well, I am in it - I have to get through it. Sink or swim, Sister!!!!