I believe I've had my first taste of my own mortality tonight. "Bads come in threes," is what I've been told by friends and family. I've had three problems as of late: right shoulder, right elbow, right boob. Not until chatting with my brother about my recent doctor visits (yes I've had multiple for the above stated problems) did he make me realize my mortality with one comment.
Our online chat tonight:
- Me: I had a weird thing on my breast so I had to go to the Dr and get a mammogram and ultrasound this week. So I wasn't involved (in recent family trip planning). I thought I had cancer.
- Bro: oh wow
- Bro: what was the weird thing, the diagnosis
- Me: the dr doesn't know
- Me: its like a weird fiber/cord pulling it in
- Bro: they ruled out cancer?
- Me: its like 3 inches long
- Me: yeah no cancer
- Me: they said maybe from an injury
- Bro: so it's with the muscle or ligaments
- Me: I can get it removed, if its painful or what not
- Me: yeah like the ligaments or fibers
- Me: its on the same side that I hurt my shoulder and elbow. so maybe I did injure it the same time
- Bro: i see, must of over stretched it or something
- Bro: what did you do? fall off the cliff rock climbing?
- Me: no
- Me: lol
- Me: just playing volleyball
- Me: tore my rotator cuff, and my elbow nerve is popping out
- Bro: omg
- Bro: old age
- ...and then he typed it. The one sentence to give me that pungent taste of inevitable mortality.
- Bro: we are not young anymore lol
Thanks Bro. I needed that slap to the face. I'm 34, not 24 or 14, maybe I should stop trying to ball like I am. Just maybe...
