My surgery was cancelled because the cyst had shrunk too small for the surgeon to see. Maybe the cyst will grow back. If it does, it will get removed.
Meanwhile, I have a bald spot the size of a hockey rink. Okay, so it's the size of a silver dollar when silver dollars were made from silver. I'll be wearing hats for as long as it takes for hair to grow back, assuming my hair will grow back. It may not until the cyst eventually gets removed.
And so it goes. Along with finding one of my old crochet books and finding a motif that is a perfect size for my hats, I've done some thinking. From now on, I take care of me first. I'm in this predicament because I scheduled surgery around a court schedule and considered the needs of my office before considering my own health. I can't continue to do that and I won't continue to do that.
I'll keep making hats, some sedate (for days when I have jury selections) and some with BLING for days when I need all the help I can get.
The one good thing out of this - aside from learning taking care of me comes first - is that I am psychologically incapable of blending into a crowd.