We've had an unusual storm here in Orange County this week. It's made quite an impression on all of us native Californians. We aren't used to weather. In October I showed you a picture from my backyard. I look out at this mountain every day.
Except yesterday we got wind, and rain, and thunder. By afternoon it looked like this instead:
That's real live snow in Orange County! Here's another picture in case you don't believe me:
Okay, it may not be much snow. It may not last long either, but it is snow.
All you cold weather people can stop laughing at me now. No fair making fun of me when I've had such a shitty week.
Today's a housecleaning day here on Twenty Four At Heart. I wanted to let you know that I will continue to post through the holidays, but I probably won't be posting daily again until after New Years. I'm hopelessly behind on all my holiday stuff, my daughter is home for the next week or so, blah, blah, blah. I definitely will be writing a lot, but I might miss a day or two.
I also wanted to give all my readers a huge virtual hug. I can't even tell you how much it means to me to hear from you when life turns to crap. You are the absolute best, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. My blog's host (typepad) is having comment issues. A lot of you commented yesterday but your comments didn't show up here on the blog. I did receive your comments, however. At least, I received a lot more than showed up and I'm assuming I got all of them. (Typepad promises me they're fixing this problem.) I greatly appreciate every comment and email – thank you!
My biopsy won't take place until the 31st (New Years Eve morning). The doctor wanted it ASAP, the Boob Center tells me they're booked up and that's the soonest available appointment. Can you believe it? My frustration with medical bureaucracy knows no bounds. Who wants something like the possibility of breast cancer hanging over their head for a few weeks? Especially during the holidays?
When they scheduled the biopsy, the receptionist asked me if I'm "prone to fainting during medical procedures." I answered, "No, but I've never had a 3 foot long needle stuck into my boob before either."
She couldn't stop laughing. She told me I'm "hilarious."
I wasn't joking, and I fail to see the humor.
In any case, I'm focusing on the strong likelihood that the "area of concern" is benign. Statistically, the odds are in my favor. It's the not knowing that is hard. Tell me what's wrong and what needs to be done and I'll deal with it. In the meantime, I was kind of a mess the first 24 hours post Diagnostic Day.
The Torturer has kept abreast (get it?!) of what's been going on. When I walked into PT yesterday, he greeted me with a huge hug. I instantly dissolved into tears. He didn't even blink. I think he knew the kindest thing he could do was just let me cry. He did – and I did. I felt a lot better afterwards.