Lost the Election but Kept the Breast...

Well, the breast wasn't ever in danger of being lost, but I'll bet the dramatic title doubled my number of readers (2 to 4).

Final election count was about 1485 for the Republican incumbent to 1035, my Dem debut. The independent candidate had less than votes. For my first run for elective office, I'm thrilled with the results.

As for the "palpable mass" in my right breast, it's nothing malignant. Mammogram, ultrasound, and needle biopsy say so.

Speaking of mammograms, a study was just published that recommended an incredulous, and horrifying, change in the age at which women should begin routine annual screenings for breast cancer. Some brainiacs decided that too many false positive results led to too many unnecessary biopsies and that women should wait until age 50, instead of 40, to commence with annual mammograms.

I don't have a strong enough word in my vocabulary that comes close to my opinion of their opinions.

Let's just say that I hope they will never, EVER, be allowed to work on projects more important than shoveling shit at circuses. And even that wouldn't be fair to the elephants.

"Palpable Mass"

Routine checkup, but not so routine this time. Doctor found a lump in the other breast.

I guess the right side felt ignored after 7 years of the left side getting all the attention.

Hoping it's only a benign fibrous cyst, but a chill went up my spine when the doc said, "It's probably nothing."

That's what was said the last time. . .

Woe is me.

I'm almost more annoyed about the forthcoming medical bills. Haven't finished paying the last ones.

Health care keeps me hostage. I better get to Paris or Prague soon.

I'm just saying.

Rambling actually.

breast cancer

almost six years since my surgery. i don't feel any different than i did then, except for the time thing.
Time. As in, so much to do, so little time.
i want to see the world, on the ground, on the water, from the sky, all of it.

right now.

any takers?