(Im)patiently waiting …

It’s Monday, December 30, and my mom and I have a movie date. While I welcome any time spent with her, anything that distracts me from staring at my phone in anticipation of a follow up call on biopsy results is welcomed. We arrive at the movie theater (which is free by the way, thanks ExxonMobil) to purchase tickets. Instantly, I am bombarded with calls from various medical professionals .. NONE of them related to the biopsy results! Ok, so patience, that’s what you want me to get out of this. Got it! I’ll wait. More calls. More appts. More insurance verifications. More authorizations. No biopsy results! I continue to wait. The movie starts and I’m obviously distracted. I’m barely paying attention. I’m playing the call out in my head. And then I get an alert on my iPhone. My phone is ringing. I recognize the phone number. It’s them. Now, how the heck do I get up out of this reclining sofa so that I can take this call? I can’t find the button. Screw thus. I jump up like spider man and run outside. Hello. Hello. I don’t think I breathed until I heard the words “negative”. Yup, the biopsy was negative. All seven node samples were negative for cancer. Hallelujah! Now I begin to breathe and walked towards the theater again. But I trip over something and look back and nothing is there. I laughed so loud. My translation on literally tripping over nothing goes something like this:

God: You’re tripping. I told you I got this. Stop doubting me.”
Me: Word!