Happy Birthday

The day before my 50th birthday I am back at the surgeons offices, a 420km round trip from home.  He tells me he is not completely happy with the pathology results and wants me to book a mamogram and ultrasound for about May when I should be healed enough for them to get reliable results.  Not the birthday news I wanted to hear, but it has certainly put a new perspective on the impending doom of old age I was experiencing in the months leading up to the big 5 Oh.  Back home I go and immerse myself in work and try to get on with life and to forget everything else until May, but I constantly feel I am "waiting".