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.
Oh, Betsy. I’m so sorry that you have to go through this. Still, it may not be cancer. However, now might be a good time to talk to your mom. Things will likely move pretty fast for a bit so buckle up. We’re all here sending you good vibes and hoping for the best. I’d tell you not to panic, but we both know you’re already panicked. Take care of yourself – get some rest, go for a walk, take some deep breaths. Hugs.
Oh hell. I hope it’s nothing. And if it’s something, I hope it’s a little something, easily dealt with.
B, that’s a shame. II echo cinnabari’s hopes. But know that whatever it is, your friends are in your corner.
Damn. I also hope it’s nothing.
‘Well, fuck’ seems to cover it. With a couple of ‘fuckity fucks’ added on.
I’m using fuck in all its intonations, the way that surfers and bros use dude. I am pretty useless up here but if you want to go look at the Adirondacks and talk about goats and pirates and witches and stuff…we have a guest room.
Nothing but cussing seems to work. What a goddamn fucking cock up of shit.
Argh. Come over and sit on the sofa. We have wine.
Ya know, I’m not going to tell you not to freak out because I’d freak out. Freak out – cry – hell, throw things if you want – because if you’re like me, once you get all that emotional bullshit out of the way your head will clear and you’ll be able to think in a more concise fashion. At least that’s my experience with crisis.
If you need me, you know where I am.
Well, fuck, indeed. I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through this. Sending you all good thoughts.
If there is anything Steph and I can do, let us know. Fuck Cancer!
Haven’t been here a few days, came back and saw this, well, fuck. I’m still hopeful it’s either nothing or minor, but still; fuck this shit. Nobody needs this shit messing them up. Keep us in the loop, we’re keeping you in our thoughts.
HAHAHA! That settles then. If everything turns bad. Just ignore the news and live life to the fullest,