Sunday, April 27, 2014

When Out of a Rose Colored Sky

So you're going along. Doing your thing. And then you're not. Routine mammogram. Lets do another image. Will do an ultrasound.  And then a needle biopsy. Let us send you home with this ice pack and these cut flowers tied with a pink ribbon. Please see your regular doctor  doctor next week. Thanks for coming in, I'm sorry you have to deal with this. Here is the name of a surgeon, she's very good.  MRI, bloodwork, surgery, healing. Waiting. Post op: here is the name of an oncologist. Thanks for coming in I will be your oncologist. Here is the name of you radiologist. See him next week. In six weeks you will be back to normal.  Your new normal. Going along. Doing your thing.


Tabor said...

Oh sh#t!! That is the way is will always happen because we do not keep looking over our shoulder for the boogey man. We just keep putting one foot in front of the other and living life. You are brave to share, but also you are going to get lots of good energies being sent your way from bloggers who share and care.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I am so sorry. You always comment on what I share.
Always check in daily to see if you have posted something.
It helps to share
and know you are in my constant thoughts and prayers.
Please write me if you want too.

Wisewebwoman said...

Oh, double shyte.
So very sorry.
What a bloody awful shock.
How lonely.
Hugs. Yes, special hugs.


Mage said...

This is a wonderful post.
Thank you for telling all in such a succinct style. :)