The Importance of Small Things
Today I *deep breath*
- returned some trackpants that WonderHubby didn’t like,
- searched the local chemist stores for (and found) “our” brand of antihistamines,
- had pizza for lunch with my mother,
- picked up some great bargains at the op shop,
- borrowed some scrapbooking books from the local library
- before picking Mr Bump up from preschool,
- and then spent the afternoon cleaning up after Mr Bump’s progressive mess party.
Oh, and I went to the doctor’s, where she gave me the “all clear”.
Feel Your Boobies!
I found a lump in my left breast a week ago, and saw the doctor yesterday for an examination, and she’s written me out a referral for an ultrasound.
As women’s breasts age, they become less fibrous and so a mammogram is able to pick up anything unusual. Anyone under about 50 will need an ultrasound.
I’m not too concerned, although I’m kind of dreading telling my mother. She had breast cancer when Wren was 18mths old, and although she’s fine and coped great with hers, I know she’ll be more worried about me.
What mother wouldn’t?