You have no idea.
I don’t even remember what I was going to post today; I think I was going to figure it out later. It doesn’t matter. I got The Call today, the one about my mammogram.
The radiologist wants me to have another one. On the right breast. And also a possible ultrasound. It seems that a “density” of some sort has been found in Rightie. (There’s a reason why I call these two “the Troublemakers”.)
Yeah, that about covers it. I’ve broken down crying multiple times. I half want to scream, half want to crawl in bed and pull the blankets over my head and forget that this day ever happened, for all the good it will do. This is how it started three years ago and it was a bear to deal with then. It hasn’t gotten any better.
All I know is, if my doctor wants to do a surgical biopsy, I’m saying no. Because I’m going to have a double mastectomy. I’m not fighting this bullshit indefinitely.
If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the bedroom, trying not to cry. We’ll see how that goes.