So, two things: a not-so-good thing that turned out to be GREAT and a funny-at-the-moment thing that has me a little freaked out.

Which to pick first?  OH, THE CHOICES.

Alright, we’ll start with the Might-Have-Been-Big-News-But-Is-Great-In-Its-Smallness.

Early January, I found a lump in my breast.

I’ve had them before.  I’ve had one removed.  For some reason, my body LURVES cysts and they love to just cling to me like barnacles on a cruise ship.  Which sounded like a much better analogy in my head.  Anyway, I was just too busy to go to the doctor.  Which?  STUPID.

Last week, I finally took some time to go to the doctor.  I had been battling a cold for some weeks, and a fever had finally developed, and I .. I just kinda knew.  I knew it was time.  Of course, my white blood cells were elevated, but I checked negative for strep, for flu.. all of the common causes.  And I mentioned the lump in my  breast and EVERYONE WENT INTO OVERDRIVE.  I had a mammogram done, an ultrasound done, a biopsy done, and they drained the thing.

I .. sorta didn’t tell anyone.  Like, even Bryan.  I told my boss, since I was missing so much work, and she was AWESOME about it.  But I knew that we had enough stress in our life as it was with job cuts and money issues and pet health and car trouble and .. anyway.  I knew that I could shoulder this on my own. 

Except .. I  may have sucked at it.  Like, a lot.  I thought I was being all strong and whatnot, but in reality, the rest of the world just saw a Sarah Lena who was not holding it together very well.  She checked out mentally, a LOT, and was just dropping balls left and right. 

ANYWAY, the results came back from the biopsy yesterday.  I’m fine.  I’m clear.  Nothing cancerous to be found.

I skated on that thin ice — again — and made it safely to the other side.

I still worry that it’s not yet over.

But it is today.

NOW: on to other news that I was tickled about at the moment but now it kinda skeeves me out a bit.

I was driving home in my neighborhood this weekend (we live about three streets over from a busy thoroughfare), and I noticed that a car had done a little sideways deal in a four-way stop.  Honestly, it looked like (as I approached) a teenager had been learning to drive a stick and had dropped the clutch, because the car was so wonky.

As I drove closer, I noticed that it was a middle-aged man driving .. so there goes the “learning” theory .. and he had his window rolled down.  He was hollering (I live in the south) at a woman, walking the road.  The woman was smiling and waving, but would NOT approach the car.

Because I’m apparently TWELVE and NAIVE, I thought, “Oh, cool!  Neighbors!” so I was all smiling and waving as I approached.. also because the car was completely blocking any traffic from getting through the four-way stop.

The man noticed that I saw his face, he turned three shades of green, and then he sped off.  The woman?  Flicked me off.

DUDE, THERE IS TOTALLY A HOOKER IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD AND I TOTALLY RUINED HER BEING ABLE TO SUPERSIZE IT THAT NIGHT.

Of course, I ran home to tell Bryan and then as the words left my mouth, I was all OMG, there was a HOOKER yards from my HOUSE.  And I should say that I live in a pretty nice neighborhood. (I thought.) Mostly older folks.  Quiet.  Walking distance from two churches and a YMCA.

But, because I’m all CANCER-FREE and full of piss and vinegar as a result, I am choosing to see the silver-lining of this debacle.

1) if my job is ever cut, I can totally just walk the streets of my neighborhood.

2) I was TOTALLY hotter than her.  I could TOTALLY steal her Johns.

3) I’d save on gas money!  Go green!