Tomorrow, bright and early. An ultrasound. Should the masses (turns out there are 3) be suspicious, there will be a biopsy, although I do not know if that will be tomorrow. So, if you have a moment to send me positive vibrations, that would be awesome.
Intellectual woman knows that the chances of this being serious is slim to none, given her genetic history, etc, etc. Uncertainty, however, is the domain of Emotional woman, who is unhappy at this turn of events. Because you know, it’s finals week, and that’s why it had to happen this week, to distract me from being a lean, mean checking machine. And because you know, breast lumps. Scary.
Back to being distracted and trying to check things until my two o’clock appointment. Woo.