I’ve been trying to remain as upbeat as possible about my mammogram of last week, to be honest, it’s been worrying the hell out of me. Tomorrow is the day I go to the hospital for more x-rays and an ultrasound. I know, some of you may say “I’ve been there, done that, it will be ok”. Easier said than done, as you know.
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Last night I tossed and turned and just couldn’t get relaxed, not even with the help of my friend Tylenol PM. When I awoke this morning, I felt so horrible and burden with worry, I decided to take a Personal Day from work. Thank goodness for an understanding boss.
So my boy Titan and I went back to sleep until I was awaken by him barking. The school bus was picking up the noisy brats across the street. So up I got and started our normal morning routine. Pee break, breakfast, morning treats and kisses. However, I feel like I’m also bracing myself for bad news. One can’t help but think the worse, right? No matter how many people tell you not to, you still do it.
I sit here watching horror movie after horror movie, cuddling with my boy, and getting a lil laundry down and yet on the inside, I am bracing. Bracing for what’s to come tomorrow. Either a clean bill of health, something they’ll need to watch, or an upheaval to life as I currently know it.
So I turn it over to you.