And all of that is kind of everyday, hurts-to-be-alive pain -- kind of like the pain of working out, in a way-- compared to ladonne's day.
She's not allowing comments, so I'll just write about it here. She's been in pain for weeks, and been poked and stabbed and prodded for days, and now they've found a lump. And you know, it sounds like it doesn't even really explain what brought her in. Grr.
Remember when a lump was a good thing? One lump or two, old fashioned sugar lumps, superior natural predecessor to those machine-formed cubes.
My prayers are with you LaDonne. And maybe the prayers and good energy of my friends.
May God calm your fears, ease your pains, and give wisdom to your doctors.