Okay, phew. My latest health scare was just that—a scare. The doctors found a suspicious nodule on my mammogram (that would be a scan of my boobies) and I needed to come back in for further testing. I found out on Thursday and promptly lost the plot. I had no doubt it was cancer. My mom was only a few years older than me when she died, I have lost many friends to the disease—why wouldn't I have it?
Naturally I wanted to find out ASAP so I could either figure out a treatment plan or quit hyperventilating. The radiology place couldn't see me until today so I did the best I could to put it out of my mind (yeah, right) and went about my business. Today I went in, they did more tests, and told me I had a cyst in my tit. Nothing further is to be done, it's not cancerous. I feel like it's my birthday, Christmas, and vacation all at once. I am so happy and grateful that it wasn't the Big C. So yeah, probably my posts will lighten up a bit from now on. Phew!!!
(Oh, and that's not me, it's Salma Hayek. I realize the resemblance is uncanny. Get it—"cans"!)