Queen of all “Media”

what’s that all about? I realize I haven’t yet finished the Sunday story....it’s as you knew from the title and the beginning of my blog post, the drs in the emergency room suspected I had cancer. They found a mediastinal mass in my chest - the size of a lemon - no way of knowing how long it was there or what caused it. It was pressing on my right lung causing the shortness of breath. I remained calm while they explained that they hadn’t anticipated finding this mass. I asked more and more questions even as they continued to say, ”let us give you some time”, afraid that if they left the room I would dissolve into tears. My husband was stoic, more tests would have to be done and they made an appointment with an oncologist for tomorrow. Guess I wasn’t contagious or obnoxious just literally the queen of all media with a mediastinal mass to boot. We called my daughter to meet us so I could tell her the story. I cried for her not me, worrying how she would take it, even though I knew she was strong. She agreed to go to the dr with us the next day. we still didn’t know much. It was ”probably” cancer and my husbands cousin a retired prestigious oncologist said it was a good cancer to have with a high cure rate. I don’t know about you but I don’t really think there is a good cancer to have. The best cancer to have is no cancer. But I had heard that good cancer scenario before when my brother had testicular cancer and he beat it. I would too....it hadn’t yet occurred to me that both my mother and I would be having chemo at the same time. I was in shock.