I’ve got an appointment tomorrow for the initial biopsy, to determine if things are bad or not. Couldn’t make it today, because the doctor is in surgery.

I’ve calmed down a bit. Everybody’s good wishes helped considerably, as did my own realization that I feel fine, and willpower and belief is a strong force.

In other words, I’m not going to freak out until I know there’s a reason to freak out.

Still hate the waiting, though.