Now that I've adorned my boobies it's time to make sure they're okay. Tomorrow I'm returning for my second six-month mammogram. Let's hope that the debris they found last year has remained unchanged so that my thoughts can return to breast beauty.
Not sure what you mean, lalamama but that's okay. Had a brief scare when the radiologist sent me in for a second round of tests -- one of which was a two minute compression (to allow "everything" to settle, ouch!).
Felt myself beginning to panic as I considered the possibility that I may in fact be fallible and human. As the minutes ticked away I wondered whether or not I was truly ready (to fight; to say good bye; to say I'd lived the life I'd intended).
What a relief to hear my radiologist tell me I was cancer free and that she'd see me in twelve months! Time to get to living.
This is our opportunity to bring our three-way, hours long conversations into the twenty-first century. Got a recipe to share? Found the fountain of youth? Wanna talk about that crazy bitch at work? FIB tapping your phone? Blog it. Let's take dis-n-dat to whole 'nother level. Much love!
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keep em looking up em
Not sure what you mean, lalamama but that's okay. Had a brief scare when the radiologist sent me in for a second round of tests -- one of which was a two minute compression (to allow "everything" to settle, ouch!).
Felt myself beginning to panic as I considered the possibility that I may in fact be fallible and human. As the minutes ticked away I wondered whether or not I was truly ready (to fight; to say good bye; to say I'd lived the life I'd intended).
What a relief to hear my radiologist tell me I was cancer free and that she'd see me in twelve months! Time to get to living.
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