Is that a lump?

I don't know. Probably not. I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac. I come up with the worst case scenario for all of the (many) symptoms I feel. Either way I'm sure I'm on the brink of something; diabetes, heart attack, cancer. Living daily with this sword of Damokles hanging over my head is starting to wear on me.

The truth is, I am afraid to die and leave my family behind. I am afraid to lose any of my loved ones. Ever since my daugther's heart transplant six years ago, I'm more vulnerable. My imagined conditions more fatal. Only to find out it's nothing. (Obviously.) That tingling in my hands and feet? Just a side effect of a migraine, not MS or imminent death. Or from driving a long time this past week; hands from steering, feet from the pedals.

So, is it a lump? I don't know. Every time I'm done probing and prodding my whole breast feels sore and I'm none the wiser. There is a physical in the near future. Not to mention that I do need to lose weight, eat better, and start exercising again. The way I've been mistreating my body with a lousy diet and lack of exercise it's no wonder it is throwing symptoms at me. Time to stop whining about what ails me and start being nicer to myself. I deserve to prolong my life that way (even if I often don't feel that I do) and my family deserves a healthy wife and mother.