We won't need them, I keep telling myself that...but...
DH has needed to go to the dentist several times in the past month because of what seemed like a very minor, though irritating, problem. The second or third time he went, it was because the problem appeared to have spread to the other side of his jaw, for no apparent logical reason. He was prescribed some more antibiotics and went on his way. Things didn't heal up so back again he went on Friday afternoon, I happened to go with him because we were on our way from somewhere else.
To make a long story short, his dentist decided to do an x-ray because the side of DH's jaw that should have had nothing wrong with it feels different - you can feel it under the skin. On the x-ray, they found a "mass", which is a TERRIFYING word. Without getting into graphic detail, it has already eaten away at some of the bone in his jaw. They told him they needed to refer him to the hospital, and although I want him seen ASAP, it's slightly scary that in a health system where they are obliged only to fit in a referral within 13 weeks, he has an appointment this Friday morning. The dentist said "it could just be a cyst" but it could be a lot of things, I'm sure I don't need to expand on that.
I know he'll be fine...in his own way, he's the strongest person I know. But I can't freak out in front of him because I don't want to scare him when he's already worrying inside, though being a typical man he's covering it with bad jokes. So here I am, freaking out in a safe place.
Thanks, ladies.