I went to the OBGYN today for my annual checkup, which is generally more like an annual catch up session. I love my doctor Heidi, so much so, that when I move to California, I’m planning on driving from San Diego to Long Beach to have her sister be my doctor. Crazy, but the lady is great and she delivered two out of my three babies. That has a special ring to it.
Anyway, she took a blood test for cholesterol, as it was high last time and I have a family history, and then, she found a little lump, in a place that we don’t really like to find lumps. And so, on Thursday, I have to go for a mammogram and an ultrasound. She’s pretty sure that it’s not serious as far as lumps go. I have had surgery there, twice, and it’s most probably scar tissue. But I’ll admit that driving home, I felt a little weird. Sort of panicky and a bit nauseous. And I went outside to call my mom, because I’m a little freaked out, and I didn’t want anyone to hear that.
I’m sure it’s ok, right? But niggling in the back of my mind is the list of women I know who have had cancer in the last 5 years, and the 3 that have died (although thankfully not from breast cancer). And I just don’t like cancer being that close. Too close for comfort. It’s a weird feeling and I’ve had a weird day. I feel frail.
Anyhoo – hopefully high cholesterol (from the woman who only eats everything healthy and organic, right?) is the biggest of my worries.
I’ll let you know.