Whew. Now I can finally write a blog post.
As I'm sure anyone who's been reading me for any length of time knows, when something big is brewing, I go into radio silence.
Wait, not necessarily true, sometimes I spill the beans before they're even cooked.
But if I'm not writing about what's happening, I'm not writing.
So last Monday I woke up to a bug, maybe a spider, maybe one of those damn flying ants, on my right breast, and when I went to shoo it away I felt a lump where there never was a lump before.
I poked, I prodded and I fell back to sleep.
When I awoke I went about my normal Monday morning, pulling weeds, feeding plants and letting the cats in and out.
It wasn't until I was dressed and ready to go out for lunch that I remembered my strange "dream".
So I poked and prodded again and found that same lump.
This was no dream.
I called my doctor, his office called me back.
By now I'm in a car with friends on our way to lunch.
I could have a breast exam in 2 hours.
We ate a messy lunch of lettuce wraps at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant then they dropped me off to go a little shopping.
I grabbed an iced latte and headed upstairs to see my gynecologist.
He examined me, wrote me a prescription for a comprehensive screening. This would start with a mammogram and go thru the circuit of ultra sound, MRI and a biopsy if necessary.
He asked if I drank a lot of coffee. When I brandished my latte at him, he suggested there may be a link between heavy caffeine consumption and benign fibroid cysts.
He said he didn't think I had to worry but I did the right thing by coming in immediately.
I made an appointment at the imaging center for Monday the 15th. And then I went about my business.
Today, same friends, different lunch spot, we ate Thai.
They dropped me off and went shopping.
I entered the world of pink. Pink scrubs for the staff, pink tops for the patients. Even the key chain for our lockers was pink. It was aggressively pink.
I had a 3D mammogram, which despite more interesting pictures, hurts just as much.
A radiologist read the results and said all was well, they would send the report to my doctor. I could get dressed and go home.
Other women were told they could get dressed and go see the radiologist.
I felt very lucky. I cried a little as I changed out of the pink and into my white top.
I got an iced green tea with lemonade, my friends picked me up and away we drove.
It's so random, the way your life can change in one split second.
* Ellen Gilchrist