It's official: No cancer

The docs didn't seem worried, and apparently there was, in fact, no need to be, because the lump tested negative for cancer.

You know, I had no idea how much the presence of this mysterious little lump of cells had been gnawing at my subconscious until it was finally removed. I feel unburdened.

Thanks again for the thoughts and prayers and magic you folks sent my way.

P.S. I found out that putting a party hat on a three-year-old during a tantrum has the potential to end it. That's handy, because those of you that told me that three was much, much harder than two? You. Were. So. Right.