Ohai LJ
Long time no entry. Plurk kind of took over, since, well... pretty much everyone I talk to with any regularity is on Plurk.
Some things aren't suitable for a Plurk post, though.
It's been kind of a scary few weeks. Mother had breast cancer a few years ago, and it was removed, she was treated, it was gone, so on and so forth. She got her five years all clear a while ago and things were cool.
Until last month when she found another lump.
She went to the doctor, the doctor wanted to wait and see if it was her hormones playing up, and... well, it wasn't, basically, so she was referred to the breast clinic for an ultrasound and mammogram.
Meanwhile, lumpy tits that I am anyway since the second year of Uni when I found one over Easter, I found another one that wasn't really like the ones I already had. I can't move it, and I can them, and it's really quite painful, and they only hurt like a bastard when it's that time of the month, so... I went to the doctor last week.
My doctor is reasonably sure that mine is just a cyst, like the others, and just in a horrible place, but since they've all been giving me trouble in the last three months she's referred me to the breast clinic for an ultrasound on them with a view to getting them removed, or at least drained so they stop hurting so much. And it'll let us check out that this one really is just a cyst, but I'm less worried about it than I was, now.
Mother, meanwhile, had her appointment today, and has been given the all clear. Well, sort of. She has 12 cysts and a mass of fibrous tissue, but the important thing is that it's nothing sinister.
So we're all okay, or at least it looks like we are.
Still, for a while there I was so sure that mother had cancer again. I know my relationship with her tends to be fraught, and that we can't coexist under the same roof for more than a few hours, and she's not a perfect parent, but she's still my mum, you know?
Now I'm just waiting on my referral coming through so I can sort mine out.
Some things aren't suitable for a Plurk post, though.
It's been kind of a scary few weeks. Mother had breast cancer a few years ago, and it was removed, she was treated, it was gone, so on and so forth. She got her five years all clear a while ago and things were cool.
Until last month when she found another lump.
She went to the doctor, the doctor wanted to wait and see if it was her hormones playing up, and... well, it wasn't, basically, so she was referred to the breast clinic for an ultrasound and mammogram.
Meanwhile, lumpy tits that I am anyway since the second year of Uni when I found one over Easter, I found another one that wasn't really like the ones I already had. I can't move it, and I can them, and it's really quite painful, and they only hurt like a bastard when it's that time of the month, so... I went to the doctor last week.
My doctor is reasonably sure that mine is just a cyst, like the others, and just in a horrible place, but since they've all been giving me trouble in the last three months she's referred me to the breast clinic for an ultrasound on them with a view to getting them removed, or at least drained so they stop hurting so much. And it'll let us check out that this one really is just a cyst, but I'm less worried about it than I was, now.
Mother, meanwhile, had her appointment today, and has been given the all clear. Well, sort of. She has 12 cysts and a mass of fibrous tissue, but the important thing is that it's nothing sinister.
So we're all okay, or at least it looks like we are.
Still, for a while there I was so sure that mother had cancer again. I know my relationship with her tends to be fraught, and that we can't coexist under the same roof for more than a few hours, and she's not a perfect parent, but she's still my mum, you know?
Now I'm just waiting on my referral coming through so I can sort mine out.