Today was a long day. I was up at 1:30, and I'm ready for bed right now, although it is not even 6. You know that 'area of activity' in the breast? Not only is it not cancer. It is not there. MRI. Mammogram. Ultrasound. There is nothing in my breast.
Thank God. Oh, thank you God.
My shoulder is still an issue. "Something is going on there in the soft tissue," they explain, pointing it out to me, "but it is not in the bone. It is behind the bone." I look at them, and say, "Yes. It is right here," and I point where my pain is. And they said, "Yes." So there is more to go, and I have two more trips to Pittsburgh, but at this point, the one thing that I know for sure is that I'm keeping 'my girls'. I wrap my arms around 'Flopsy' and 'Notsy' and hug them close. Mary, aware of my total shock, volunteers to drive home. Gladly, I let her. And two and a half hours later, I am finally able to run into the arms of my husband.