On my way to my follow-up mammogram,
My almost brand new car stalled out.
For no reason.
It left me, temporarily, stranded in the middle of a busy intersection.
“Not today,” I groaned.
Then I swore because what new car STALLS FOR NO REASON?
I have no time to take it into the dealer to be looked at.
(At least it’s under warranty, right?)
I was not in the best of moods because of the breast-concern-problem-call-back.
Black and white photo taken several weeks ago as a storm approached Santa Monica.
I spent most of the day in the “bad” section of the breast center, surrounded by worried and terrified women.
I had a more thorough mammogram than my initial one.
Then I had an ultrasound with much frowning and concern.
Then the technician called a doctor into the ultrasound.
A biopsy was scheduled for next Tuesday morning.
I’ll have the results by Friday of next week.
So – yay, I have this cloud of “try not to worry” hanging over me for the next week.
My brain absolutely knows, the odds are in my favor for a benign, non-cancerous, biopsy.
My heart, however, knows too many friends who have been diagnosed with breast cancer.
I’m not panicked, or freaking out –
But I also know nobody’s bullet proof.
Life, sometimes, sucks.
As a result of my “lost” day yesterday,
I got absolutely none of the errands on my “San Francisco To-Do List” done.
I’m tossing some old sweatshirts and stuff in a suitcase and leaving this morning.
I did get my lenses all packed, because I DO have priorities.
(Having my camera gear with me is way more important than having a matching wardrobe.)
I think a busy, fun, four days in San Francisco might be just what I need to distract me.
I return to Orange County late on Monday night.
I’ll try to (at least) get a few photos published in my absence.