I had a scare. Or as we say around here, I was ascareded.
Next week I turn the big 4-0. This is the first birthday in my life that I have not been excited about. I don't like 40. It sounds so middle aged.
So anyway, the scare. I went in for my first mammogram. It was so not a big deal. It didn't even hurt. That was until I got the letter saying "There is an area on your digital screening mammogram that requires further evaluation." Ouch, that hurt. Now the lady doing the mammogram said that might possibly, (small chance really) happen after your first test, but still...
So I spent the weekend worrying a bit. I am not a big worrier, so that basically meant I thought about it once or twice, but I made sure EVERYONE else in my family knew that I was this close to buying a pink ribbon. (Please don't think I am taking breast cancer lightly, I assure you I DO NOT).
So I went in for my ultrasound today. She shows me the x-ray, and I'm like "OH. MY. GOSH. WHAT IN THE HECK IS THAT?!" It was a big thing in my breast. Fortunately she immediately assured me that it was almost always a lymph node and was nothing to worry about. The pathologist, or whoever came in, said "Yep, it's a lymph node. Nothing to worry about", and sent me on my way.
So I live to live another day. And now I have decided that I AM looking forward to my birthday. Because you just never know when you won't have another.
11 comments:
I am glad you are here to have another birthday. My mom has always embraced her birthdays for the exact same reason.
Happy Birthday in advance! By the way, your blog template is glorious!
xo!
Hey I'm glad you're turning 40--there are so few of us around, you know. And middle aged? I think not. In my book you got another decade to become middle aged. Glad you're fine and we need to party!
CW- Is it because they're all already dead?
oh geez, i'm glad you kept us abreast of the situation.
40 is a big deal, but in a good way. Brooke shields is like 42 and she's smokin'. But you are way more hot so don't worry. We should celebrate!
I got my first mam this year, because there was a lump. When I called to schedule it the girl was like "Oh, because you are 32 you have to do this and this and this..." Because I was SO OLD.
So you are almost geriatric. Did you get your Boniva?
And don't you love the bandaids with the ball bearing?
So glad so glad so glad glad glad glad you're okay!
We should have an induction ceremony. It's the best kind of honor society I know—40something. This decade will be your best yet, Sue. Guaranteed!
Ever since Sheri Mower died, I feel the same way. I'm so glad to be 45, and every day (no matter how aggravating) is a day that she would have sold her soul to have been here for.
Glad everything is A-OK. I've gotten that letter, too, and it's not fun.
Happy Birthday in advance!!!
Wow, that is scary. It's one of those things we never really think will happen until it does.
Last year we nursed my mother-in-law back to health through chemo and radiation for breast cancer. Not a pretty sight. She is now happily on a mission in London.
PS I adore your background!
OK, when I first skimmed the post I freaked out a little! (Whew.) Glad you are o.k.
I turn 37 in February. That feels so old. I think when I turn 40 I will declare a day of mourning for all the land. HEY! Maybe on your birthday we can all wear black armbands or something...
By the way was the pun intended, keeping us abreast of the situation?
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