A couple of months ago while showering I felt a lump the size of a jellybean just under my armpit. My heart immediately started pounding, and my mind immediately started racing. I had Dan feel it, and he, too, was obviously concerned. I made an appointment with my doctor for later that day, and he ordered an ultrasound for later that week. I did my best to put it out of my mind and was thankful that I had extra work to keep me busy.

The day of the appointment arrived, and, after scanning the area for several minutes, the technician said that she would be right back after she spoke with the doctor. One minute went by. And then another. And another. All I could hear was the second hand of the clock, which seemed to consume the entire room. Even though they had warmed the smock that I was wearing, I began to shiver from nerves. After what felt like an eternity (which was actually about 15 minutes), the technician came back and said that the doctor needed me to get a mammogram immediately so he could compare it with the ultrasound results.

The mammogram technician came into the room and said that she could fit me in in about 30 minutes. I told her that I needed to go tell my husband that it was going to be a longer appointment. I went out to the car where Dan was waiting for me and immediately burst into tears while telling him what was happening. I was scared about the urgency and worried that they saw something that they didn’t like. I was scared about how my life, our life, could be changed forever on that day. We talked for several minutes, hugged for several more, and then I went back in to wait for my name to be called.

I walked up to the counter to let them know I was back, and the guy said, “Oh, you must be Jude. I’ll let them know you’re here.”

“No, my name is Jodi,” I replied, with a shaky voice.

He gave me a confused look and looked back down at my chart and apologized for his mistake. In that moment, I realized what had happened. And in that moment, I sensed that I was going to be okay. My name is a derivative of St. Jude. I grew up in a Catholic family, and my mom named me after this saint so that he would always look after me and keep me safe. Hearing this slip of the tongue brought me comfort and helped me feel that somehow everything was going to work out.

And it has. Everything went smoothly with the test, and I got the all clear. I just have to go back in six months to have everything checked again, but we have no reason to believe that I won’t get the all clear then, too.

I was so grateful for this soulful message that arrived when I needed it most, and I’ll always hold it close to my heart.

Hugs and love,

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