Saw the doctor yesterday.
The night before I was thinking to myself "If this turns out to be cancer Im going to call Jeannie"
Jeannie is a girl I went to school with. We have been friends through the years. We see each other here and there and talk for a while. She had breast cancer last year and every time I saw her it never seemed to phase her. Always bright and happy even when I saw her in Food Lion with a bag on her hip and no hair. The last time I saw her she was preparing for her second wedding to a MUCH better guy. Cool.
So I was a little taken aback when I walked in the doctors office to find Jeannie sitting there. We immediately fell into conversation as I filled out my paperwork but the entire time in the back of my head Im wondering if this is a sign from God. Kind of a "Here ya go I saved you the step of calling her..." type thing...
But I think all is well ( but lets not count chickens) because after feeling around for a while she pronounced it the "good kind" of lump and said not to worry to much. A little concern over the fact that it is 3-4 cm. kinda big. But it hurts and it slides and she said that since I breast fed all 6 kids that puts my risk considerably low. My mammo is Tuesday. So we shall see. Still nervous but not quite as paralyzed as I was. Ive also had some other issues that seem to point to thyroid issues so we'll be checking that out in May. Ah-Yes, the joys of hitting ones late 30's. Im falling apart slowly.
I havent heard from my Dad since the explosion although my cousin called to tell me that his day had been going very badly up to that point and it looks like he just came out here for the express purpose of yelling at someone. He was angry with my uncle and felt "less than" out there on his property so he came out here to show some authority. I was the whipping post yet again in my mothers place.
We were hoping to stay here until our house is built but are beginning to think that just moving away and renting a place would be a better option. We can rent out this one and use that to rent ourselves somewhere else. Stupid and wasteful but it may just stop a fued. For a while. DH is at this very minute talking with our old realtor to see if there are any decent rentals. Fingers crossed.
I received a letter from Michelle Byrom yesterday. She asks me to check out a woman from a production company who sent her some money in exchange for an interview but never wrote her again.
She is still searching for Joey Gillis- the trigger man in the murder of her husband. He was released last year and no one can find him. He is really essential to her case as well.