lumpy bumpy...

Yesterday I went to the "women's center"...(which is just a nicer way of saying gynecologist)...to have a lump in my breast checked out. In addition to the thumb size lump that I had found in my left breast, Bridget Bahneman (who is, by the way, a FANTASTIC certified nurse midwife) also found a smaller one in my right breast. I can't say that I was honestly worried that I had cancer. I haven't been losing any sleep over this, but I was still releived to hear her say that they were more than likely either fibroids or cysts that show no signs of cancer. She said I just might have lumpy bumpy breasts, and that my breasts might be lumpier and bumpier at certain times of the month than at others. I am just fine with having lumpy bumpy breasts, as long as they are still in working order, but I am having an ultrasound next Friday, just to be on the safe side.

When I was 13 years old I had a lump in my neck. Little did I know that my mom was worried sick that I had a terminal illness. I had to miss a day of school to go to the doctor and when the diagnosis was a very swollen gland due to a mosquito bite on my head my mom was ecstatic. So much so that she took me shopping that afternoon for a new "outfit".

When I called my mom yesterday to tell her that I don't have breast cancer she exclaimed how happy she was that I'm not dying. We're going shopping for a new dress for me after the ultrasound on Friday.

Also relating to my breasts....one week and one day ago, I nursed Thelma to sleep for the last time. It was her 19 month birthday. So, I guess my body is my own again now, which is great. But I loved nursing her and will always treasure the memory of that experience. To celebrate, we had lobster, sweet corn, and strawberry shorcake with Jeanne, Jaena, Jonah and Beverly last night. Jeanne put a candle in Thelma's dessert and we all sang "Happy, You Drank All Your Milk Day" to the tune of Happy Birthday.

I love my life.