I know I am a bad blogger; however, this has been a very harried couple of weeks. I went for my annual fun visit to the OB/GYN about a month ago, and fortunately, for me, they are able to do my mammogram so it is like one stop shopping. I got my results from the gooshy test and everything was fine, as I expected; but I noticed that I had not received the results from the mammogram (which normally comes a week later). I was just getting ready to call to find out what was going on when I got THE phone call.
There was a problem with the mammogram on my right breast.
They set up an appointment to send me to a radiology clinic so I could have another mammogram and a possible ultrasound, but the wait was excruciating. This is not something I ever expected to get a phone call about. There is no history of breast cancer in my family, in fact, there is very little history of any kind of cancer in my family and it is just not something I ever thought would happen to me. I am sure that everyone feels that way though.
I went through the next few days in a fog, was the move to Denver on hold, would the x-ray just be a blip or a bad one, or should I plan on going through treatment? All of these things just kept circling through my brain. My family was more upset than I was, to get them to think more positively, I told them that it was a good thing I had joined the Knit-a- Tit-Along and could knit my own boob if it came to that. At least they laughed for a minute.
To make an already long story a little shorter, I do not have breast cancer, I have a bump in my boob that has been there for many years, but had shrunk in size. Why the fact that it had shrunk would cause a problem they did not explain, and it does not matter as I can now breathe and the weight is lifted. I have decided I must find some way to help breast cancers survivors when I finally am moved.
With all the fuss, I did get some knitting done; I started a pair of Big Black Socks or BBS for Socks for Soldiers and worked on the Dublin Rose socks for my daughter.