Thank you everyone who messaged me, emailed me, called me, came down 10 floors to speak to me (hi JoJo!) or left comments on this blog wishing me well. I am grateful for all the kindness.
Well, just an update -- the cyst has officially been dubbed: "The Kiwi Fruit".
I'm trying to make arrangement at work for my pending 4 weeks medical leave. When I explained to one of my vendors why I will be away for so long, she just blurted, "Wow. That's the size of a kiwi fruit!"
It fits, so it stuck.
As Missy remarked, "It helps put it in perspective." Can you guess what I will pick up from the supermarket this weekend? :)
Not that I'm not taking it seriously. I am. I can't stop thinking about the things I need to do. I was in Downward Dog this evening and suddenly I thought of the forms I will need for my meeting with the Medical Social Worker this Friday. My concentration is warped.
But one can only take any extreme emotion in drams. Eventually you either work out the negativity, or you end up depressed (and maybe even crazy). Missy asked if I was going to stop practicing yoga from now. Definitely not. Call me stubborn: but I intend to continue with my regular yoga practice, continue to go to work, continue to live my life just like before. I ain't dead -- so why should I stop practicing just because of a surgery? The point is to do what needs to be done to get it out of the way, then move on, move forward. It's not supposed to stop me from living.
I was reading Judith Thurman's Cleopatra Nose (a delicious volume of essays) while I was waiting at the Women's Clinic. In one of her essays, "Reader, I Married Him" (care to guess what was the subject of her essay?) --Thurman quoted this famous and delectable line from Jane Eyre :
"I must keep in good health, and not die."
I laughed and then I laughed somemore. That's a worthy goal to work for, don't you think?