I final got up the courage to call the Dr today about a white stripe down the back of my throat. Even though I have health anxiety I have only managed to quit smoking since finding this white patch. I've waited weeks to call the doctor in the hope it would just go away. Because of covid I couldn't see anyone, just had to send photos and talk on the phone. I am going to the hospital in 12 days, I guess to be examined and the Dr did say something about a biopsy. I can't shake the feeling of guilt that I have done this to myself. Then I think of my daughter and I collapse. She turns 9 on Saturday, I have family coming, and I have to appear normal. When I think of her, of her losing me I feel so terrified I can't breathe. I don't know how to get through the days until my appointment.
