“Not conclusive or decisive; not finally settled; indeterminate.”
Which about sums it all up.
I go back in for another biopsy on Friday.
Now, I wish I could say I was heartless; that I cared about a lot less things than I think of. But I would be laughing on the wrong side of the mirror (again.)
Pale on the inside; purple eyes, and dreams that aren’t mine to rearrange.
So I’ll go and think about kittens, instead.