The Lump: Part 4
I can’t express enough how much your shared stories soothe me. Thank you!
Won’t it be nice when this cyst is just that, a cyst with a tiny benign hat, so that I can go back to non-lump entries?
I woke up at 4 in the damn morning, worrying that the clinic I was referred to wouldn’t be in my insurance’s network. I forgot to ask. Thankfully, after a search today, it is in my insurance’s network. I had a good second choice but I really wanted to go where the new clinic sent me because I am in love with the new clinic and also, I once (1981) had a telephone conversation with the man who donated the money to start the clinic I was referred to. I figured it was a sign.
That makes all kinds of sense to me.
So today I went to school and blurted out in a class that I had a lump in my breast. The poor teacher, she asked how our long weekend was, so I told her. But it’s all good because this was a class with My People and I need My People to know what’s going on because just like you guys (I heart you guys), you keep my tiny-benign-hatted cyst from killing me. As my brain would do if I let it run wild. I try not to let my brain run wild too often. It’s dangerous!
My school people are good for me, too. They don’t have the detailed boob lumpage that you guys have (lordy, we are a full life raft, aren’t we?) but they let me spew it, got mad about it, and then we got some lunch and went back to school work.
My boob hurts today like somebody punched it in the face. Over and over again. It’s nice to have a break before it gets the shit kicked out of it again, next Monday.
I need to go nap, now.
Oh! But tomorrow?! I pick up my CPAP – and I expect great things from it. Great things!