Pippa World

Easter Sunday hits a little different this year. I’m grateful for a story that says darkness isn’t the end, love shows up, and hope rises. In other news, my biopsy is all done — and I had some brilliant medical staff taking care of me. Now I need to take it easy for a few days! I know. I find myself funny too. Huge thanks to everyone who’s checked in/prayed/messaged/sent a kind thought.

  So… I’ve got a tumour. (Not clickbait. Unfortunately. There is, however, a TL;DR at the end!) Last year, I started a new medication for a Proper Medical Thing™. Nothing scandalous, but serious enough to need treatment. The meds come with side effects, so they check your liver and kidneys monthly to make sure you don’t suddenly... explode or something. One week in, I had my first routine blood test. Far too soon for the medication to have caused any damage, but my liver results came back flagged. Hard. So they ordered an ultrasound. I had it on New Year’s Eve, because of course I did. Nothing says festive like “lie down and lift your top.”