My doctor was irate about the sonogram mix-up, so he made sure I got in today to get the cysts checked out. Simon decided to burrow his head down in my pelvis so the tech had a hard time seeing his brain. After a bit of work she saw there was one cyst still remaining on the left side (boo); the one on the right had disappeared (yay).
The doctor's not concerned about there still being a cyst, unless it's gotten bigger. I'm hoping Simon's heart and leg and arm measurements are all ok too, as those can sometimes help indicate if there's something else to be concerned about. The full report will be sent to my doctor so I'll know much more (hopefully) next week when I meet with him again.
Although not bad news, it's not an "All Clear", which would be one less thing to worry about.
I'm so thankful for the ornaments I've received in the mail that were made while thinking of Lyra. I've gotten several other things in remembrance of her, and a good friend even made a donation in memory of her. And the comments here have been very encouraging. I've looked them over several times when I've started to feel down. I feel obligated to hold it all together, though I don't know what that will prove. So much is planned during these days and I've turned down so many things because it's supposed to be a fun and festive time (in regards to parties)- not deeply thoughtful and sad. And I haven't reached the point where I can just avoid talking about her or why this time of year is significant, and talk about Simon like everything's just peachy in our lives.
I just miss her, and what we were to have with her in our lives.