Here Comes The Sun

On Monday night our 16-year-old daughter showed me a lump on the back of her head.

On Tuesday we agreed she should get it checked out by the GP. I had looked on the Internet and saw that it was on the site of a lymph node, and found lots of serious and not-so-serious reasons for a lump in such a place.

By Wednesday morning I was quietly worried but it was my mum's birthday so I pulled on my best smile.

Last night I didn't sleep well at all. I rolled back and forth and round and round like a spit roast.

This morning we got her a doctor's appointment for 11am. I made breakfast but I couldn't eat it. I was ready an hour early and paced around the house and garden, looking at my watch and imagining all sorts. I listened to an OU CD but I didn't seem to care what they were saying.

I fetched my camera and went back outside to look for things to photograph.
It was warm, heavy and cloudy outside. Our "Dad" roses have started to flower again - which was comforting, and there were lots of pretty garden spiders making webs.
I tried and tried to take a close up photo of a spider on its web but failed repeatedly. It seems the spiders were invisible to my camera and it kept focussing on the background.

Finally it was time for the appointment.

The GP had a good feel and fiddle - it looked painful - and moved the lump around, and came to the conclusion that it is a cyst. A harmless cyst - in her professional opinion. We are to keep an eye on it and go back if it gets any bigger or harder but she says she really doesn't think it's anything to worry about.

Nothing else matters today. The greatest wish I have in life is that all my children outlive me, happily and healthily. Every time that is jeopardised I feel physically sick and pond skate over everything else in life.

We came home and celebrated with bananas on toast for me and cake for my eldest ray of sunshine. Then I took her outside with her vastly superior camera, she photographed the spiders successfully, and the sun shone on us.

In other news: I've managed to put the last of yesterday's many loads of washing in a cold wash with no washing powder and it smells marginally less awful than the dog.