Boobs = Anxiety

Hey,  I just joined a “super secret” not awesome club. Right now my membership has lasted about 10 days. Here’s how I got my invitation. Two weeks ago, I had my regular doctor’s appointment with routine mammogram. La la, just your normal same routine every year event.  A couple days later I get the regular routine mammogram follow up letter in the mail. I rip it open and say “hey, I passed my mammogr……..SCREEEEEEEEEECH – WTF – “your recent mammogram showed a finding that needs more study.” That’s not the sort of invitation I like. Come in for more testing – you shut up!

My ears immediately got RED HOT. My heart started beating, my hands started shaking and my mouth got dry. And this was just the letter that said they want me to go back for more imaging, that’s all. Jesus! So of course I called and got the soonest appointment, which was 10 days away (now, finally, it’s tomorrow), so I will find out more then, but a whole 10 days of worrying?  I’m freaking exhausted from it and there is a very real possibility that there isn’t a thing wrong AT ALL.  Ahhhhhhhh, anxiety! You bastard!

So, here’s the “super secret” club part. Turns out that almost everyone I’ve mentioned this to has gotten this letter sometime in their mammogram lifetime – and pretty much everyone has reacted the exact same way I have been acting.  Slightly freaking out. Except they deal with it more gracefully and don't freak out to everyone who will listen - unlike me. But, here’s the good news. I live in Seattle, Washington – the land of good medicine, so even if in the end the news isn’t good, I’ll just deal with whatever happens and maintain my “club membership”  for however long I need to. But I’ll be pissed, count on that. Oh, and if anything after tomorrow wrecks my summer – there will be hell to pay. Seriously.  You boobs are trouble, should have known from the start. Troublemakers!