Hello! Goodness was this week a busy week. I'm trying to get used to my seven hour babysitting days. I work Tuesdays and Wednesdays. In a few weeks the hours might be less, fingers crossed. The Toddler is amusing, we play 'muddy puddles' which is a Peppa Pig themed story of jumping in muddy puddles. We just have shallow un-muddy puddles but they are coined 'muddy puddles' and she delights in repeating it over and over while running from one to the other.
Her dad asked her why her shoes were wet. She said "Miss Karen told me to run in muddy puddles". Um....no....Peppa was the one with the original idea, I just thought it was a fun idea.
I delight in her happiness in the simplest of things.
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| golden retriever at work who LOVES me |
Three weeks ago, I was called back for another mammogram and after that magnified mammogram they found micro calcifications and recommended a biopsy. I was told 'it's probably nothing'.
I don't know how long you have been reading but my mom died of breast cancer in 1998 and she kind of ruined the whole mammography stuff. Needless to say, I was very anxious and stressed. All my positive thinking went out the window. Another stressor was the radiology department was not updating my report on my electronic chart for me to schedule the biopsy at the main hospital.
Now let me tell you about all the graces that I received:
-my mid-wife nurse practitioner was expedient in messaging me and giving me advice - I adore her!
- I made an appointment with my family doctor to discuss my anxiety and why I was anxious. Within two hours of my appointment, my chart was updated and I had a scheduled biopsy (he is awesome and I hope he yelled at someone).
-the day of the biopsy, the radiologist doing the procedure told me and my husband that it didn't look like cancer. (and it was 100% benign) (and the biopsy was the day before we left for Canada for funeral stuff-gah!)
After my first week of complete panic and stress, I kept chanting over and over that I know many, many women who have survived breast cancer and that this awesome technology that is available to me would have probably saved my mother's life if it was available to her. This is truth.
I wish I was positive all the time. But I'm not, I'm a work in progress.
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| the love of others |
I love how while I was feeling rotten and miserable, I was graced with people who uplifted me and helped me along the way. Family, friends and health care workers who made a big difference - I will never forget their compassion and kindness.
So today while driving all over the place, I got mild road rage over a Silverado pulling in front of me only to drive slow. Later another Silverado did the same thing to me again. (Silverado day!). I reflected how nice it was to be thinking of such a mundane boring thing.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Welcome to all you new readers too, you know who you are. I have a special appreciation for the silent readers - you shy people - I used to be silent then I started a blog and now cannot keep quiet.
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