My doc is sending me to the hospital on Monday to get an ultrasound on one of my boobs. Apparently it's very lumpy. At least three palpable lumps of large enough size to make my doctor say "This concerns me" which are the three words you NEVER EVER want to hear a doctor say, especially when he's feeling your boob.
So, keep the good thoughts coming. Lord knows I need them!
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
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I wish that just once, your doctors would give you bad news and then get you an appointment with the special doctor right away! Good thoughts coming!
I know.
"Hey, your boob concerns me. Why don't you freak out for five days before we find out if I'm full of beans or what"
Argh!
Maybe you should start scheduling your appointments on Monday. Then at least your entire weekend won't be ruined.
Ha! I'd worry anyway...
Well, we're going to meet Ronald McDonald today at the library, so that will be fun!
Jessey,
I'm sorry that you're dealing with so many scary issues lately. I'm hoping and praying that everything will be just fine. Please let us know how things go on Monday.
You are in our thoughts and prayers too! Keep us updated.
Good thoughts. Good thoughts.
OMG just came by on a lark & I read this. Please know that I'm adding my prayers into the mix.
Stay well, old blog buddy.
Tomorrow is the big day...
I won't freak out
I won't freak out....
Thinking good thoughts & keeping you in my prayers!
Good thoughts to you!
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