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!