Sorry to hear your news but it's good to hear you are only bruised.
I like your take on this, a bit like mine,
“Hay, Bob! You’d walk an awful lot better if you took that stone out of your shoe,” I’m Stone in Shoe Bob because I walk with a limp, a skip (dumpster) lorry driver decided it would be a good idea to hit the front of my Post Office bike and it pushed the bicycle saddle straight through the top of my femur. That Tuesday I wasn’t supposed to be working, it was supposed to be my day off but somebody suggested that Tuesday overtime would be easy money. The Lord moves in mysterious ways and who knows, if Tuesday’s skip lorry hadn’t broke my leg, maybe Wednesday’s lorry would have killed me.
What happened that Tuesday morning was the first a chain of life changing events that caused me to re-asses what really matters in life. I took up kite flying again after just short of 25 years away from it.
Into each life a little rain must fall, or to put it another was, “shit happens, but without shit we’d have no rhubarb.
Keep laughing at it.