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It’s a time of great gratitude here at noodleroux.

No, Mattel hasn’t contacted me yet about the Krystle and Alexis Barbies. In fact, when I mentioned it to My Guy, he said, “You want them to send you a Lexus? What?”

So, I’ll keep on that.

But the real gratitude?

Antoine the TBD Breast Lump is a fibroadenoma. Read: benign. Read: no further treatment. Read: holycrapthankyouthankyouthankyou.

A fibroadenoma is a basically a lump of normal breast cells that just decided to live together a little too close. Like a commune. But not like, say, Branch Davidians. More like your hippie uncle who’s really into organic farming.

The lumpectomy I had 12 years ago was for a fibroadenoma. But let’s talk about medical advances. Now, 12 years later, I just had a fibroadenoma vacuumed out. Sure, my boob is all bruised and looks like a tiny melon baller took a notch out of it. But I didn’t have to go under, and I won’t have an inch-and-a-half-long scar.

Whew.

Funny thing? It’s not just “Whew! Let’s move on.” Processing good news takes time and energy to process, just like processing not-so-good news.

I’m exhausted. Thankful, but exhausted.