Apparently the doctor left a message on my mom's home phone (been going to the same doctor since I lived there) instead of calling my cell.
My white cell count was up "abnormally high, but not indicative of anything." So I still do the meet and greet with the surgeon later this morning and some imaging, but in office lop off the lump is mostly off the table for tomorrow unfortunately. Hopefully later this week for a biopsy.
There is like a 99.9999% chance of nothing being wrong... But this is like the third time might white count has been "abnormal" in the past couple of years and I just can't stop thinking about it. I've been trying hard not to freak out so my wife and family don't see, but the more I think the worse it gets as normal.
I'm starting to feel like a little lost kid.
I once had a lady come to school and try to convince us with 100% conviction that laughing every day cured her husband of cancer.
Worth a shot maybe?