Cancer Scare

So, yeah, today didn’t go how I’d hoped. I had errands to run afterward, because I just didn’t really imagine that the news would be bad. So, I had to run errands looking like end of the world.

I don’t know what to say. This is the third time a doctor has looked at me and said, “It could be cancer,” the second time they’ve wanted to cut me open to see. Eventually, one of these days, they’re going to be right.

Anyway, I suspected the news was going to be bad when the ultrasound tech got flustered. I grew more suspicious when the doctor came in and ultrasounded me again and she turned the wand from my boob to my arm pit.

So, they want to biopsy two spots on my breast and maybe the lymph node. This will happen as soon as they can make arrangements. If it turns out that it is cancerous, they’ll make quick arrangements to cut it out.

So, well, fuck.

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If you look to the left on the afghan, you can see that I’m three seams and a border short of being done. I’m also out of white yarn. Oops.
But can I just say that I love how this has turned out? I’m putting a very, very simple border on it, just something to make the edge uniform and to provide a little support to the seam.
Then I have to figure out how to block it. I’m thinking–warm, sunny day, shower curtain out in the grass, wet afghan on the shower curtain. But the chance of bird poop makes me nervous.