Overly cautious? I hope so...

About 4 years ago....I had a lump. A breast lump. It turned out to be scar tissue. Scary, but not a big deal....had the lump removed.

Fast forward to a few months ago. Another lump. In the same place. Except it feels different. Made an appointment with the super Dr. G...I got sick, I canceled appointment, and finally went in to see him a few weeks ago. He thought it was no big deal, but ordered an ultrasound just to be sure....and because they won't do an ultrasound without doing a mammogram first....I was super sized to the mammogram and ultrasound extra value deal.

Fast forward to last Monday. Mammogram sucked. No fun at all. But she said we made wonderful pictures together. Thanks. Ultrasound was easier. The radiologist even came in to see things for himself. (Not so sure that was a good thing now.) We decide to repeat the extra value deal in three months. To see if there are any changes. Ok...3 months. I'm ok with that.

Now...slow down to yesterday. Dr. G's lovely nurse, Linda calls me. They want to refer me to a general surgeon. What?? I thought we decided to be squished and slimed again in May?? Changes? He has noticed changes? What does that mean? There are 'changes'. I guess in the 4 years since Lump #1...something in there has changed. Well, yeah...Lump #2 has moved in.

So, tomorrow I see the surgeon. I'm scared. But....I will wear my big girl panties tomorrow and go. I will go to Starbucks first and then I will go. No, no one is going with me. Yes, I have had offers. Thank you. I want and need to do this by myself. I don't know why...I just need to be a big girl and do it. After all....I'm 40...I can do this. I hope.

Tonight I am thankful for: The sun that I felt today, the cold wind on my face while I walked, and Karma.