You don't have a fractured rib, but...

Last Friday I finally decided to ask for an x-ray of my chest after falling off of the bed two weeks ago.  See previous blog posts.  I knew all along it was just muscular because every time I worked out at the gym and stretched it didn't hurt, but I thought; better safe than sorry.  So, I got the call today from my lung transplant coordinator that indeed I didn't have any breaks or fractures but they the radiologist saw a small nodule in my right lung.  What?!  I was assured that they see this all of the time and it's most likely a pocket of some kind of fungal or bacterial infection.  Of course, being the freak that I am I immediately thought, C-A-N-C-E-R!  Then my thoughts went to "Calm down!".  My coordinator said I need a CT scan to check it out.  That's being scheduled sometime this week.  This is a new thing for me and I must admit that I went online and checked it all out.  Of course, that never helps because it's such a slippery slope.  You going from typing pulmonary nodule to, "OH MY GOD, I have that! And, it's fatal if not treated in 2 months, and it's a painful death.  OH DEAR LORD!".  So, I stopped put down my laptop and took a deep breath.  I'm over it now.  It is what it is and until I know more there is no use worrying.  I just have to remind myself as I go along day after day and all is good and all is fine that I still do have a chronic illness and a set of donated lungs.  This was a reminder.  Not the news I would have liked to end my day with but it's my life.  I will post about the CT scan and the results but until then I have a dishwasher full of dishes to unload because that's my life right now, too.