"It's probably nothing."
Those are the words the doctors used.
"It's probably nothing but we want to make sure."
First the physicians assistant at the well check. Then the junior dermatologist and then the senior dermatologist.
Today was Jacob's second appointment at the dermatologists. They were taking a biopsy of the worrisome mole. We didn't even know it was a problem until the PA saw it.
It's probably nothing. Except at this moment it is something. It probably is nothing, but I cannot make the worry section of my brain be completely quite. I can't quite calm the "What if it is something" thought.
'Nothings' have a nasty way of turning into 'somethings'. Nothings do not care that my boy is happy and helpful. Or that he is unfailingly polite. Or that he mostly does his chores without having to be asked (except for cleaning his room). Nothings do not care that he makes up jokes that are only funny to him.. That he doesn't like to brush his teeth or take a bath. That he loves Minecraft and Plants vs Zombies. Nothings do not care that he was the 2nd place reader at Philips Elementary. Or that he is only 10. Or that we love him.
It's probably nothing. But I'm going to treat him to Panda Express and let him play on the Playstation as long as he wants today. And then I'm going to hold my breath until test results come in.
