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.
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.