This time it wasn't as bad through the actual procedure and I was joking and making comments to the nurses before and after. The same nurse that assisted last time was there and she was helping to train another new nurse. The same doctor did the biopsy as well. Nice to know I have consistency with this group.
I asked if this lump was the same size or bigger than the other, he said it was a bit smaller, the first being 2 cm and this one is about 1 or so. I didn't realize how big that was until I checked! Geez! And the first mammogram didn't catch it?
So I am home, chest tightly wrapped with an ice pack tucked in. Lidocaine is starting to wear off so I took some Tylenol. Devon and Ava are watching Hercules (Disney) and... we have news from the baby front. As I expected, Amber had another sonogram...
IT'S TWO BOYS!
Yay! They are going to be a handful! I don't have to grapple with the idea of a grandchild being named Paisley. The boy names are Wesley Owen and Andrew Bryce (edited to correct the names) I told Amber I could live with those names. She said that was a good thing because if it were girls I'd still have to live with the names she picked out. We agreed that there was no win in this situation, it was a draw.
Whatever. ;)
So, the blue and grey blanket that I'm knitting will be just fine, but Ava was disappointed, she wanted sisters. She'll come around, when she gets old enough and realizes that she's the big sister and has authority. I now can proceed with a color scheme for clothing and other items. Good thing... I have another ball of yarn that's in boyish colors that will be turned into a small blanket or sweater.
I will have news about my situation at the earliest, tomorrow, and at the latest Monday. It's a good thing I'm getting paid tomorrow, I'm down to very little money on my phone and need that active to get news updates.
I just read Talib's blog about 'I have Cancer', I am wrestling with that as well at least he has an alternate name, no squirming around mine though. Breast Cancer is it.
We are both in a curable stage though, but the road is going to be tough. Everyone always says I'm tough, but tell the truth, I always ran away from difficult situations. Mostly just avoided thinking about it or avoiding the situation all together.
This is something that I can't run away from. Kind of like in the B.C. cartoon strip, Wiley was the guy that was hydrophobic to the extreme. One strip, two of the cavemen were leaning on a rock and Wiley goes running past them screaming, then runs back again screaming, one of them asks, 'What's wrong with him?'
"He's trying to run away from his own sweat."
Yeah... not happening.
So, right now I'm hungry, not having a lot to eat today, Devon and Ava are still here and Katie just got home. I've got spaghetti ready to go with no meat sadly, but at least it's food.
Dang, no parmesan either. Forgot I left it a friends house.
This is going to be very slim pickings.
Food is food. Payday is a wonderful thing when rent is done and all you need is food.
Off I go.
I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.
- Herbert Rappaport
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