Saturdays are always wonderful...

Hey! I'm gonna live!

Apparently, I am just fine. The doctor can feel the lump, but ultrasound didn't show anything to worry about (!) and everything is o.k. He said just to keep an eye on it with my doctor.

Today, I used a gift certificate given to me by my children for my recent birthday. I got a facial at Delgado's in B'ton. It was o.k, but not NEARLY as nice as the one I had in Chicago. But quite lovely nonetheless.

I posted photos earlier today. You will see my two children, my grandson (no, I'm not REALLY old enough to be a grandmother), and 3 of my many many pets. I seriously have a zoo. Sometime I'll list them all. My bearded dragon, which is now 4 months old, is over a foot long, and meaner than a snake. He will BITE and it HURTS. So, we don't hold ZZ. We just watch him. =)

That's it for now. Time to order a Dixie Chicken Pizza from Pizza Express and watch a movie.

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Princess Sarah. 

Yuki and Mommy 

This is ZZ the Bearded Dragon only 2 days after he was born. He was about 3 inches long. 

My Dog Butch. He does not like having his photo taken. I have NEVER been able to get a good picture of him. He is the cutest Boston Terrier ever, though! 

Chester the Cat. Recently neutered and still bitter about it. 

Yuki - 7 months old 

Life or Death

Well, the doctor's office called and advised that the mammogram I had last week shows an "asymetrical mass" in my right breast. I am to go back next Tuesday for additional mammograms and an ultrasound. "Try not to worry, most of the time these come back negative." Uh-huh. Telling me not to worry is like telling a male dog just to ignore the female in heat next door.

So, I'm thinking. What if it's breast cancer? Would I get chemo & radiation? Would I get a full mascetomy? Would I just forgo any treatment at all?

The last question is the most intresting. Right now, I'd have to say that if I DID get treatment, it would most likely be just to keep my family and friends from being horrified at that thought that I wouldn't. Does dying scare me? No. Not in the least. Does being in pain bother me? Yes.

And, my mind is running away with things like, "Maybe I have cancer and that's why the right side of my chest hurts sometimes." or "Maybe that's why I have headaches and I'm tired all the time." and "It would be nice if I could just not tell anyone, but I know I can't keep my mouth shut."

Just think...I wouldn't have to work anymore if I was dead. hmm.
It would be nice if I was around until Sarah graduated from High School.

IT'S NOT A TUMOR! I can hear Arnold Schwartenager in my mind saying that...

Anyway. Now that I've written this all down, maybe I can forget about the dog in heat next door and concentrate on work.