Tomorrow, I go to the nearest breast health center.
I found a lump the other day, a crazy painful one, and was seen at the clinic today regarding it. The doctor threw around a couple of centimeters and was super glad that it moved, but also said that it felt a bit firmer than a cyst, so that I need to have it checked out via mammogram and ultrasound.
Because I’ve been here/done this back in ’09 and was probably less freaked out then than I am now. Maybe because of all the breastfeeding that was going on back then with two babies…it seemed totally normal to have lumps and bruises of all varieties.
So I sat in the waiting room today, texting a friend, shaking and on the verge of passing out/throwing up/having a heart attack and so ready to hear the worst news ever.
I know, but it’s how I roll.
My husband likes to tell me that I’m my own worst enemy, and as much as I hate to hear it, I know it’s true.
But I definitely feel a little better about it tonight.
Now don’t go getting too freaked out, ’cause this town isn’t big enough for the two of us. But I certainly wouldn’t mind your prayers!
And you bet your butt I’ll keep you updated.