I woke up yesterday and got on the internet.  I decided to google survival rate for lung cancer.  I had looked up GGNs the day before and was scared by the percentage that are malignant.  It provided me no comfort.  But I had not looked up what the outcome might be if they were malignant.  The night before, I told the kids I was a fighter.

I found an article with some statistics.  65% of patients are alive 6 months after diagnosis.  40% are alive after a year.  4% are alive after 5 years.  I wept.  Like I never had before.  I wept.

Now I am scared.  So scared.  This may be my last summer.  My kids’ last summer with their father.  And I couldn’t get a dr appt for a month!  I cannot waste any more time.  I am scared and getting desperate.

I have asked for help, and I have gotten it.  My friend, a lifesaver, Deb Baker, has helped me in many ways the last few days.  And she has helped me to get an appt with the pulmonologists next week!  Hallelujah.

I will not need to wait as long to know if I have challenges ahead of me.