I've been mulling over a good news/bad news situation for the last 24 hours.
My brother is a soldier and he is going to be stationed at a base just a few hours from my house for the next two years. I adore my brother. He's the greatest. We haven't lived this close to each other since we lived in the same house before he left for college. We're going to get together in the next few weeks, we're planning meet ups, I'll get to see family over the holidays. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.
So what's the bad news? He'll spend a year of that two years in Iraq.
Since I'm in the good news/bad news mode....
The bad news: You have to get through this awful, scary thing.
The good news: You will get through it. You'll get through it even if it is cancer. You caught it early. You have access to health care. There are very effective treatments. You have people who care and who are ready to listen.
I wish you well. I'll be thinking of you tomorrow. Let us know how it goes.
Hold your dominion.