It's Not Something, But It's Not Nothing Either
That's pretty much the end result of a very long doctor's appointment yesterday. I endured three mamograms, each one more squishy and painful than the first. After an eternity in the waiting room, I was treated to some KY jelly and a boob ultrasound. The young nurse told me that she would take the video to the doctors, and either she would return, the doctor would return, or a counselor would return. So I stared at the door for a million hours, and almost came out of my skin when the very young nurse came back through the door.
She said the mamogram showed "something" in my boob... something that was different than the tissue surrounding it. The ultrasound however, was clean. "So it's nothing?" I asked her? "No, it's something, just not something threatening or dangerous. Come back in six months for another mamogram and ultrasound so we can see if it changes."
Yeah -- I know, she could have said cancer... or sent in the "counselor". So it could have been worse, right? I guess it would be nice to know that the something that isn't something is really just nothing at all. Stupid doctors and their stupid protocol.
In other news...
The Daughter and The Son board a plane for Indiana tomorrow. The Husband scored us tickets to Vodka Fest in Tampa tomorrow night. There will NOT be a repeat of Wine Fest. I will not be vomitting in the front lawn. I will, at the very worst, be vomitting in the parking lot of the hotel we've booked... just in case neither of us should be on the road after sampling "100 kinds of vodka."
Sunday I go see The Madre. More on that later... most definitely. My relationship with my family is fodder for a millenium's worth of blogging.
Finally -- I am sitting at 146.8 lbs -- 4/10 of a pound away from having lost the BIG 5-0! I'm sure Vodka Fest is not going to help me achieve that any time soon... unless I vomit in the parking lot again... but if I do, I'll wake up craving steak and chocolate again too... so yeah, it might be a few more weeks before I can do my 50 lb happy dance and get my celebratory tattoo!
Have a great weekend. I promise to write a lot more next week while The Children are freezing their collective arses off in Hoosier-ville.
posted by Robin at 1:37 PM
9 Comments:
Have fun chickie! And don't stress for the next six months I'm sure it's nothing. And do some research on natural remedies and prevention. Gawd I'm bossy.
And Niagara is about an hour from me!:)
YEA! Good news, right?
It just occured to me that the step-daughter looks just like her gimpy pops. :)
ANYWAY. Have fun!
"It's something, just not something threatening or dangerous."
I take that as great news.
I'm very thankful that your boobs are holding their own.
While Ginny and I were off on our vacation trip, whenever I noticed a great pair on the beach, I used that sight as a reminder to say a little prayer for you and yours -- all in the interesst of prayer of course.
I'm very grateful as well, hon. I have been fretting all week for you.
M~
Sweetie...that is GREAT news. Way back when, someone else I know who was...shall I say, WELL endowed had a similar scare but it would up being calcium deposits or somethign along that lines and they said to her, "it is something but it is nothing dangerous...we will jsut watch it." That was like...15 years ago and all is well...well I should say she is well physically. Mentally, one can only guess (hehehehehe). Have a good time this weekend and I will stoke the fire here in Hoosierville for the chitlins!
lol
i'm sorry i haven't been around as of late,..
life seems to be a bigger bitch than i am these days,..
and when something tries that hard to get noticed it usually does...
like a boob that won't play right,..lol
send the kids away,.. play in vodka!
yea i'm going to have to try that one.....
; )
Great boob. But could you please move that cloth thing a little to the left?
YIPPEE!! That's reason to celebrate and kiss that young little nursie poo. I would've hooped and hollered the minute she walked in the door instead of the dreaded others... Good boobies!!
Glad to hear something was nothing.
What kind of tattoo? Tribal? Two clowns on a unicycle? What? Enquiring minds want to know. :)
Congrats!
~S :)
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