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The Boob Saga continues....

I love my family. After learning that there would be more tests and whatnot to find out what the ‘spot on the film’ is all about, my sister and I had a conversation through chat. 

Me:  so...don't know if you read my blog, but boob visit #3 is 
coming up

My sister: yup

that's exciting

screw it... for now... because even if it is the whole C thing, they have really cool treatments for that, you get to wear pink ribbons, and then declare yourself a survivor when you beat it... then think of how even more inspirational you will be...

bright side...
And the wigs are AWESOME!! I would be jealous just 
because of the whole wig and crazy things you could do to cover up your head


then you might get a job as a teacher in a children’s hospital... because they have them...

yup, I'm thinking it's all good.

See, now aren't you going to be disappointed if everything comes back negative?

oops, maybe I should have said 'when' everything comes back negative.

Today the phone call came that I needed to have a biopsy done. I immediately sent out a text to my family. (Why call one at a time when I can send out a text saying the same thing to all of them at once?)

Me: Biopsy on June 30th.  Let the fun begin.

Mom: A prayer day.

Dad: Urgh… U will be in our thoughts…Let me know if u need anything…Love you! (I love how my dad has taken on text-speak.)

My sister: Woo Hoo!!! Just remember how cool it would be to 
wear a rainbow wig.

I have no idea what will come of the biopsy. I have not once asked, “Why me?” I am taking it all in stride. You can bet I will be wearing my tassels for my next appointment. I plan on having fun with it and focusing on the bright side of things as much as possible. It may turn out to be nothing. Then again, it may turn out to be another chapter of my life’s story.  

In other news, I had three schools call me today for interviews.

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 21, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU. HOPING EVERYTHING COMES OUT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE.SAYING AN EXTRA PRAYER TONIGHT. GOOD LUCK WITH THE INTERVIEWS. LOVE YOU.LOVE MARGUERITE

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  2. Tim RobertsonJune 30, 2011 at 8:05 AM

    Mandie
    I hope so much all goes well for ya today ,I will be praying

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