Doctors, Exams, and Boobs, Oh My!

This is where I was today. I don't have to tell anyone since you have all been there before. If you haven't then you have been really healthy or have a doctor that makes house calls.

Sunday night I was sitting in my husband's room talking to him and I only had on my nightgown. I was feeling under my right arm and I found a knot under the skin and it's a tiny bit sore. I immediately thought, "swelled lymph node = cancer." I jumped up and hopped around the room flapping my arms like a wild woman saying, "Oh No, who will take care of you if something happens to me? Who will take care of Pup? Who will take care of the cats? Who will go through all my clutter and have to clean this house? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

After my initial hysteria passed by I calmed down a bit. My husband told me not to worry about him. He knows where he would go if something happened to me and that would be a nursing home. Yesterday morning I made an appointment to see a surgeon this Friday. Then later in the day I thought maybe I'd try to see my family doctor and maybe he could reassure me. He wasn't in yesterday but they worked me in today. He did reassure me and told me not to make funeral arrangements just yet. He said that he didn't know if it was a lymph node and it isn't a hard lump and can be moved under the skin. He said anything could cause it from a scratch to a sore throat. He did a breast exam (because if you have breast cancer then that would probably be the first place it'd spread). He felt no lumps but it's been 2 years since I've had a mammogram so I'm getting one in the morning. He suggested that I take a round of antibiotics, which he prescribed, and to get the mammogram and postpone the surgeon's visit until a couple of weeks and see if the mammogram was okay and see if the antibiotics made the lump go away. If it doesn't go away then I can go and have the surgeon remove it and send it off for pathology and go from there.

All you ladies who have had mammograms know what fun it is. Think of me in the morning while my boobs are tucked and pulled and every bit that can be gotten including any skin from all around will be squeezed under that glass until it's flatter than a pancake. Then she'll say "Okay don't breathe!" Like you can while you are in that position! If you are a man reading this then just think of your private parts being stuck under a piece of fiberglass material and squeezed down and down until it looked like a toothpaste tube that has been run over by a semi.

On another note, I made these nice little cherry topped cheesecakes for church tomorrow night for the AWANA kids. I also made some cookies.

I sampled one of these miniature cheesecakes and it was really yummy!