The bad - co-parent's coat was stolen from her car today, with her wallet, digital camera and iPod Touch in it.
The good - the specialist assured me that the very large cyst on my ovary is not of a sinister variety. Nothing else matters.
The complicated - so huge is the cyst that it's been pressing on some veins in my groin and I have a thrombosis there. Hospitalisation for anti-coagulant therapy is on the imminent agenda, followed by abdominal surgery to deal with the cyst.
Our long-haul flight to England is now off the agenda.
"Are you going to die?" asked my son in alarm. We'd managed to conceal the past week of high anxiety from him but he overheard discussions about the possibility of the clot breaking off and travelling to my lungs and was freaked out. I'm still busy feeling relieved about the benignity of the cyst and can't quite comprehend this new scenario.
Until last week I was doing three yoga classes a week and riding my bike for up to an hour a day. For the past week I've been scared to move in case the cyst burst. Now I'm scared to move in case the clot breaks off. 'Rollercoaster' doesn't quite capture it...