***Forgive my ramblings as this post just came off a phone call from my doctor.
It’s been a year since I had my last surgical breast biopsy and the results came back benign, but I’m still considered high risk for developing breast cancer. Yay me! Since then I’ve had two more mammograms that showed what they hope are calcium deposits. Now my boobie doctor wants me to have an MRI mammogram. I’ve come to the conclusion that my boob is going to fall off because of all the radiation.
I’m really glad that my medical team is super aggressive because if left up to me, I’m sure I would have given up a year and half ago. Thanks guys and gals for your constant badgering (bordering on harassment). Continue reading
Prayers are answered. This isn’t the post I planned, but I wanted to share. After spending lots of time on blended knee, it finally happened. My uncle got a new liver.
Liver cancer. Diagnosed late, but thank God it hadn’t metastasized to any other part of his body.
The first and second livers were not good and somebody who was worse off bumped him for the third, but the fourth was all his. And he took possession of it today.
Thank you to the family that unselfishly gave of their love one to strangers and gave them the gift of life too. You are a blessing to more than you will ever know. And I hope you know that even though they may no longer be of this earthly realm they still live on.
Peace and blessings to you.
2012-2013 weren’t particularly great years for me medically. They were pretty stressful and I’m glad my medical team was aggressive and I jumped on board sooner rather than later.
10.3 — I had my first mammogram and I should have known something was up because they told me not to get dressed. The radiologist wanted additional images of my left breast. Well, of course I’m thinking, “Oh shit. What the hell is going on?” Belive me when I say I had a few more expletives running around in my head than that. So, I’ll let you fill in the expletive blanks.
I give the obligatory smile and follow the tech back to the mammography room. Whoever invented this blasted contraption should be whacked in the knee caps with an old-fashioned Louisville Slugger. Anyway, the tech arranges my breast on the glass and proceeds to bring down the gauntlet (the compression paddle). Bless her heart though she did ask me if it was to tight as she continues to compress.
Finally done and I get dressed and told to wait for the radiologist. Grrrr. I hate waiting. Finally, Continue reading