Another day in paradise

Today was my day to help out in Madison’s class.  It was fun in a strange way. I am not nor have I ever claimed to be a lover of all children.  I do enjoy seeing my baby with her peers, she is such a big girl, confident, strong and proud.  She seems to enjoy my being in the class and there is nothing more important to me than being there for my girls.

When I got home I decided to take a walk, clear my head a bit.  Although I am trying not to think too much about the pending biopsy, it is lingering in the back of my head.  The weather here is unseasonably warm.  It was nice to be out.  The breeze was a bit chilly but with iPod going it really did feel great to walk.  At one point I felt like Forrest Gump, once I started going I did not want to stop.forrest-gump-hippie-running

The girls were able to go outside to play for a little while after school which was also very nice.  I cooked out on the grill which is just crazy in the North East in January.  The day all in all was not too bad, calm and nice.  Then came dinner when my 6-year-old informed me that I did not have a “real” job.

Interesting even at that age the societal message has gotten through.


New year same as the last

It is 11am and I am fully ready for this day to end!  Never good right?  I finally talked to the doctor and wish I never had.  I can not say that I am in the least bit surprised but the ultrasound was all bad news.  Not only was there no improvement the news has grown darker.  To start with my ovarian complex cyst on the left is still there and now has a buddy on the right.  The doctor still does not feel that this is a huge concern but is ordering a CA125 which seems to be blood work to help detect ovarian cancer.  Hopefully the blood work shows no issue and we will be left with repeating the ultrasound yet again in a few months.

So, it could end there but hell why would it?  Seems that this ultrasound also picked up two cysts just chilling out on the lining of my uterus. She also feels these are probably nothing to worry about but put it all together add in the recent prophylactic mastectomy and cancer markers then use the word “probably” and my nerves are shot. I guess a few drinks before the bus stop is not advisable.

Thankfully they have gotten me in next Thursday for a biopsy and I will get the blood work as soon as I receive the script.

I will do my best to continue positive thoughts.