Oh Happy Day

The power of a phone call. I got done with work and decided to stop at Albertsons on the way home. Here is what happened about an hour earlier. I called the Dr's office and was told that results will not be in until later in the week. I was pissed. Why - well - the Dr. said that the results would be in today. So, walking on pins and needles - then someone at the office says that - grrr. But, then the phone call comes in while I am in the Cereal Aisle. Freeze. Frozen. Do I answer? Yes - it is someone at the Dr.'s office. the Path report comes back with some medical term that means no cancer. That is all I have to hear. I need to go to her office next week for a follow up - but oh happy day.

The power of our phone. Incredible.

I have been thinking about that gal that died last week. Her son is 4 years old. I thought he was 9 - don't know why. So, I thought that I would do something this weekend that she may have liked to do with her son. Maybe the zoo or such. Lilli and I will do something to celebrate a person that I was very fortunate to know.

I happened on another person that died over the weekend. If you so desire - http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92038718&ps=bb4
The funny thing is that this blog followed the life of a very well know writer, but he really pin pointed many cancer issues. The one is on a roller coaster. Take a listen, powerful stuff!
Going back to what I really think, I have been learning lessons, I need to understand those lessons. I am still getting strong. From the core, strength starts from the core.

It has been a day. I am headed to bed - need to put that sports bra on for the night. 24 hours of wearing - better than the ace bandage for sure.

Overall, I have one thought. A lumpectomy, although I understand is really scary, was nothing like my mastectomy and TRAM. I don't want to say that a lumpectomy is nothing, it is, but holy cow - what a difference. I did make up my mind that if there was cancer in my path report - I was going to have the right boob chopped off. Don't care - take it and I'll put a sharpie smiley face in the nipple area. But, the only thing that I'll need to worry about in the next 6 months is to get my dog ears (from the TRAM) tucked in. I just can't stand them.

OK, enough for now.
Peace be with you and thank you all for your crossed fingers, good thoughts and prayers. Finally, good news.