A few days ago, I had an ultrasound because my doctor had found an unfamiliar bump in my breast. I got the best possible news: It must have been a cyst, and all is well and clear and healthy.
I am feeling about as lucky as can be. And still, I have not fully shaken the feeling, the compressed fear, I was quietly carrying in the in-between weeks.
If you are worrying about something very personal, and you're trying to navigate the logistics of that worry while you do So Many Other Things, know this: It's okay to prioritize the big stuff--the care-giving, the care-getting--even at this time of year, even with so much else in the world that is important, too.
I love you, and you are not alone.