Hurry Up And Wait
I don't normally write sympathy/empathy/pity post. I try to maintain a positive or snarky attitude when faced with problems. I try my best to consider all the options and then run head first into my best intention.
Not this time. I'm going to be over the top melodramatic, poor-poor-pitiful me.
I'm FREAKING OUT. A few days ago I was sitting at my desk and noticed some unusual pain in my right breast. I didn't think much of it and blamed it on posture and under-wire.
This morning I woke up to a searing, shooting pain in the same boob and immediately thought "WTF, someone shoot me!" I asked my sister who was laying on the couch to help me out:
Me - "So I know you're in pain and staying home from work because you don't feel well but do you think you could feel me up for a few minutes?"
Her - "What in the hell do you smoke this early in the morning? Why are you speaking to me and why would I want to hear about your feelings this early?"
Me - "Not psycho feelings, I smoke Marlboro's, I need you to grope my boobs before I go to work."
Her - "I'm finding a new place to live damnit!"
Me- "That's great and all but I really need you to tell me if this is a lump or if I'm just a retard."
Her - "A lump, holy shit! Let me at 'em!"
(Jumps off the couch, throws my arm in the air and immediately begins prodding and poking the boob in question)
Me - "That spot you're on, Yes that one, that hurts like a son of a bitch so let's not do that aga-YEOUCH!-in."
Her - "I'm calling the boob-smashers right now! You've got a lump under the tissue at the bottom of the breast."
Me - "Oh, ok...I'll see you later on tonight!"
(Get into my car and immediately begin losing my shit on the way to work)
Me - "Mom, Sister found a lump on my boob this morning, I have an appointment on Monday at 9am with the smashers."
Mom - "I'll be there. Don't worry, I was 22 when I found my first lump. We survive these kind of things."
Me - "I sure hope so."
7 People Put Their Two Cents In:
OW! Here's hoping it's nothing serious. Yes, I know, pain is serious. But serious-serious.
Dude. I would be wigging the hell out, too. You're in my thoughts and keep all of us posted.
Yikes! *hugs* I know that's got to be terrifying & waiting must suck. I'm no good at responding to scary health stuff, so I'll just say that that SUCKS, and I hope for the best for you.
And on a brighter side, is it wrong for me to laugh at the fact that after you told your mom that "Sister found a lump on my boob" there's no response of, "Wait...SHE found it? What the...?"
Anyway, hang in there. Waiting is going to be a bitch, but try not to freak out too much until you have some answers. I'll be thinking about you!
Wow. That is all I can say. So we just "met" but I'll be keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
I'm amazed and loving you for keeping your sense of humor up during such a scary situation.
You'll be okay Crick, I just know that you will.
I actually have a book that I would like to send to you, it's about a young mother who finds a lump in her breast, it's a very good story. I'll drop it in the mail soon, I know you'll love it and find it encouraging. Sort of like how you love me and find me encouraging.
Cheer up, my petal.
Oh. My. God! Will send positive thoughts your way. Let us know how it goes *hugz*
Prayers and thoughts are with you. Thanks for reminding me to do a self-check. I always seem to forget until I hear about something like this. I'll be thinking of you!
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