Twistedspinster

Knit on, next crisis...

I got a callback on the mammogram, for "special views and sonogram". You know, I call myself Frankenboobs because I've been through this many, many times, and have had several fibroadenomas removed. But it's never hurt this bad to get squeezed.

Which I keep telling myself is a *good* thing, because cancer hardly ever hurts.

But I asked to look at the films, which made the technician nervous... which is understandable because they are prohibited from doing or saying anything about the test to the patient. I told her I know about all that... and then I saw this little jagged black spot. I said, "That looks like something I need to stay on top of." To which she replied "Yes, you should do that."

OK then.

First, I went and bought a Jamba Juice. Mango a Go-Go, with a fiber boost, and an added Immunity Boost.

Then, I went and bought yarn. This is only because the Jamba Juice was closer than the yarn store.

By the time I got back on the freeway, I had my attitudes in order. By God, I come from a long line of women with one headlight, and I ain't gonna freak now. Translation: both grandmothers and my mother have had a mastectomy. I had my first tumor removed at 18. I've been expecting breast cancer for a long time, and have been vigilant in preventative measures. My foremothers went on to live a long happy life, and I intend to follow that example.

Don't know if this is cancer yet, but I'm not gonna freak.

And if you're gonna wave sharp pointy sticks for me, in the Sheep Thrills tradition, I'll ask for you to stand behind me and give me a jab when I waver. I don't want sympathy, I want cheerleaders!!

Ruth

posted by Ruth S. @ 9:30 PM