Think pink....

So yesterday ended up being a very good day, though I wasn't entirely convinced that it was going to be that way when it started.

I had my third follow up for breast cancer yesterday. (Gulp. Even just writing the words is scary.) The first one was a year ago, when I found a lump - which fortunately turned out to be nothing more than a lymph node floating around, and a perfectly healthy one at that. But when they were checking that out, they found an issue of concern on the other side - which they ("they" being the doctors) didn't like the look of. So they wanted to follow up in 5 months, which they did. And it hadn't changed - which was good, but they wanted to follow it up again - just to be safe. That day was yesterday.

You ever wake up in the morning and just not have a good feeling about the day? Well, that was my feeling yesterday. And traditionally, I tend to "go with my gut" because it very rarely lets me down; however, it was hard to determine what was instinctual - or just plain nerves. So, in for the mammogram I went -- and the ultrasound -- and fortunately, it was deemed that this little "whatever it is" is just normal for me. Nothing needs to be biopsied (whew!) and when I tell you the wave of relief that came over me was unbelievable. Almost as good as the news of finding out that the lymph node that I felt was not only not a "lump" - but healthy. To quote the doctor, she said it was the "prettiest lymph node" ever. What a sigh of relief that was, because truly, when the doctors start talking about lymph nodes - that's scarier than thinking about any kind of lump you might find elsewhere. At least to me it is.

And now I can forget about the nagging fear that has been lying in the back of my head.