You never know how you are going to react to medical people telling you that you don't have cancer and aren't going to die.
My own reaction this week was pretty good, I thought.
Dang. That means I have to go back to worrying about not having a roommate. (And, generally, that crappy old life will continue as normal. Boo.)
How am I going to spin this into my next Remnant article and make some money off it?
Oh! Great! Now I'll have enough time to do the Belvedere Torso in art class. Yay!
Then I had two questions:
1: What the hell is a "fibroid" anyway? and
2: Do you think they will give it to me in a jar to take home when I have it out?