Posting from June Thanks so much for putting up with my worries lately. Just got a prelim report from my awesome surgeon. (I mean, what IS it with these guys? They're all about six feet tall, brunette, smart, really competent... I'm in heaven.) At any rate, the whatever it was in my breast was benign. It's a prelim report, so they don't know exactly what it was, but the surgeon was thinking that it was perhaps something like a callous on my milk duct (?). Sheesh. He actually used the term "wierd." At any rate, it's done, and now I'm embarrassed. Did I tell you that I took two of those ativan pills and that the MRI machine turned out to be an OPEN MACHINE?? I was totally out of it -- zonked out of my gourd, and chatting -- ugh, I distinctly remember having a full conversation with the poor MRI guy. (One of the only people on the entire planet to have seen me high. I am so embarrassed.) And now I can actually post what I was going to post the other day but decided to wait on. The title of the post was irrepressible, and I was remembering that after my surgery I went ... are you ready for this? DH, DS and I went to the NORDSTROM 1/2 year women's and children's sale, because simon needs new shoes like mad. Picture mom, chest bound, pupils the size of dinner plates, sitting on a chair while her dear son careened around the children's department and Dad kept losing him. (horrors.) And then I decided I was hungry so I went and had a tuna melt. Ahem. It was after I got home that I remembered to read the paper that they'd given me at the hospital. The one that told me to eat a bit of consomme and perhaps some toast (large laugh). I was going to post the "irrepressible" post because my surgeon sounded distinctly amused when he telephoned me yesterday. I couldn't remember a thing. None of his instructions, nothing (He told me that the drugs cause amnesia. Hey.) He said "do you remember demanding to see the tissue?" I said no. He said "oh yes you really wanted to see it, but it was too late, I'd sent it in." Made me feel like bride of frankenstein! Oh well. It's over. And I know of a really good surgical team now. (And a great online support group, btw.) Hipefully nobody will need them! Thanks very much for putting up with my month and a half of worry.