Okay, so I need to sleep, but I can't. Oddly nervous about the morning and the impending MRI Biopsy. I've had time away from the trauma of all the biopsies and tests, and I'm not ready to go back to work, so to say. So, ironically, as my son heads off for his first day of High School and is eager to meet new kids, teachers, and dive into learning, I am the reluctant school child who will most likely be dragging my heels to the MRI machine. The thought of yet another biopsy needle puncturing my Right breast, AGAIN, is not only daunting; it's annoying. What did my right boob do to deserve this, poor little thing.
Today was fun to be back to what I know, encouraging my kids as they prepared for auditions. Both did well today, and so I'm very happy. Ian with a callback, and Sarah feeling excellent about her audition for Alex Payne's new film. Come on Alex, hire my kid, I want to visit her in Hawaii. I'm not afraid to say it out loud, I want her to get this for purely selfish reasons. I know she doesn't need me there, nor does she really want me there. What 18 year old girl would want Mommy lurking on the beach while she flirts with the cute surfer boys? But I'd find a reason to go. Something, something...I know, there is new research that shows that moms who go to Hawaii when they have breast cancer helps to reduce the size of the tumor, and eases their mental stress. It ought to be covered by insurance, Right? ~ Look, one can dream.
Anyway, I'm hoping to get a good night's sleep, free from invasions of the troubled mind.
Wish me luck, and envision a right breast with NOTHING to biopsy. Only Mr. Lumpy, grumpy Lumpy. Sitting there, saying Crap! She won't let me have any fun. All I can say is, "It's very impolite to move into some nice woman's breast without her permission. Bad form! very bad form!"
Nite.
Melissa
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