All I Wanted For Christmas Was Two Healthy Breasts
…and I got ‘em!
I went to my surgeon’s office today for a followup to my recent lumpectomy and I have no cancer, just good ole rubbery, normal, boring, common bumpy fibrocystic tissue!
I was about 95 percent sure I was fine, but that annoying doubtful worrisome 5 percent was making me nuts.
I’ll go back in June for a six-month followup and mammogram, but I believe my days of complicated mammogram films and general angst over my boobs is over. This started a year ago when I first felt that new pea-size lump.
My mother-in-law starts radiation next week so please continue to send positive thoughts and prayers her way.
Thanks ya’ll. No more booby talk from me. We’re still potty training Miss A and she’s on a strike right now, though, so the poop talk will continue…only the best on my blog.
Also the nurse practitioner told me it looked like I had no volume loss and we know what that means. Wonderbras would be a bonus, but not a necessity, in my Christmas stocking. I’m so glad I have good booby genes.
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