Grateful

A few months ago I noticed what I thought was a bug bite on my right arm. As we have a lot of bugs here I get them now and then, usually in the garden, and they always heal with no problem. Only this bite didn't heal but got larger and became like a wound. I then assumed it was a patch of psoraisis, to which I'm also occasionally prone.

I am slow to heal, so I did my daily wound care faithfully and tried not to worry. I accidentally tore open the wound twice with only the slightest of bumps, which I admit didn't help. After two months had passed with no improvement I called my dermatologist and asked if she would check it. She was nice enough to fit me in a few days later. When she looked at it she agreed it was worrisome, and did a biopsy.

After that all I had to do was wait for the test results, which took a while. The days dragged. I've handled a lot of worrisome health issues at this stage of my life as well, so it's hard not to expect bad news. At length the call came in from my doctor, who said the test results came back negative for cancer.

Now (ironically) the wound is finally healing. Still, I will feel lucky this time, and remember to be grateful.