As I drove from a meeting about 30 miles away back towards my church, Beloved called me.
In the words of Emily Litella, "Never mind."
All the anxiety of the weekend... during which Beloved and I had many heartfelt talks about life, death, the death of her mother, what will happen to her business should she be incapacitated by surgery and/ or other treatments... vanished with the words, "I'm ok."
Short version: the staff person at Beloved's primary care doc's office (a lovely woman) called on Friday and told Beloved that a recent test revealed "something" on one of those organs we all like to hang onto (as long as we want to, you know, keep living). "It could be a simple lesion," she said, "or it could be something else. The doctor wants you to have a CT scan as quickly as possible."
Beloved says she went blank at about that point, and heard little else the woman said. The "else" turns out to have been incredibly important: "The doctor is confident it's nothing to worry about." For some reason, my love did not hear those words. She was already thinking of how her mother died of cancer of this very organ.
So, she still gets a CT scan later this week. She still needs follow-up to help her understand why she's having the symptoms she's having. But the scary, sword-of-Damocles dangling sensation is gone for today.
Thank you for your prayers. One way or another, they worked. Bless you.