Well, for right now, anyway, my left boob is fine, but I go in February to get an updated mammogram and possibly ultrasound. And then get the regular full set in August. Whew!
I'm pretty good at freaking out and I did for a good while. But then I declared myself fine, and I was.
Well physically anyway. Mentally....I'm not so sure. I'm not sure I should be worried about depression yet, but I've been sad a good long while. I just don't know if I should be worried about it yet. Because I'm not. Really. But I DO feel bad. My husband is turning into a right-wing wack-a-doo. I keep feeling that I would do better alone. But I'm already alone, and I can't stand it. I lost my $7.00 silver intertwining heart wedding ring, purchased a month or two after we got married from Randy's longtime friend Ron Couch, who told us he was moving to Arizona. I don't know when I lost it. I noticed it was lost Thursday, while I was working in the Garden Center. sigh. They, jokingly, said that meant my marriage was over. again, sigh. It just seemed like another one of those things. I'm happy to have a job, but I don't seem to be getting anywhere. I ought to have a second job. Yes, that would send me completely around the bend. But that doesn't matter, we could use the extra money. It would be nice to have somebody to dump on. But I hate to do that! Deep inside me I have that happy, perky optimist that wants to see everybody happy. Everybody but myself, I guess. I just wish I mattered. Me being a part of the background is some, but not all, of my own doing. I'm not good at confrontation. Hm. Here I am ranting, yet saying nothing. I feel slightly better.
