Mom's okay. Just a scare, or as my step-father said tonight "an attention getting device," that came in the form of a fatty mass. No biopsy necessary. Phew.
Thank you to those of you who offered your consolations; I really appreciate it.
Now, how does one get two equally sized and symmetrical fatty masses to grow in one's breast tissue, left and right?
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as far as getting to writing-- I'm presently in one of those "to hell with everything" phases. Life is pretty unpleasant at the moment and I am in no mood to turn my blog into a relief valve. Hopefully it's a passing thing but I'm quickly reaching the point where the hermit life is a delightful option.
PS: e-mail addy on my profile. drop me a line if you feel inclined.
That is good news! Glad to hear it.
Glad to hear your mom's alright.
Its bad times all around it seems. Everyone I know seems to be goin 15 rounds with the fates over something or other.
Hope all is settling down a bit for ya.
Along the sergeant's lines, also feel free to email me if ya want to...
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