Yes I meant to jar you, dear reader, with the photo you see to the left.

This is what I get to have done on Tuesday.  Well, kinda.  They have to squish my boob in some kind of medieval contraption to prevent any of my tissue from doing any form of jello dancing while they’re trying to take a piece of my tumor.

Its really been a surreal few months for The Zoo Crew on 2417 BWR.  With all of mom’s hospitalizations, procedures, new discoveries (some days I feel like the doctors are working on the NCC1701, discovering strange new worlds, seeking out new civilizations, boldly going where no man has gone before…).

Don’t let my humor fool you.  I’ve been UBER bitchy, jumpy, and in just the foulest mood since…oh…last November (that’s when we knew my gallbladder took a crap…literally).

I’m not looking forward to Tuesday, that’s for sure.  I don’t like the idea of my boob being used as a pin cushion.  Especially with the GARGANTUAN needle they use for these procedures.  Talk about BLECH!!

I am looking forward to getting the results on Thursday.  I’ll know if I get to keep my hair or not.  And if I do, then we’ll proceed with talks of a reduction…bringing the Mount Vesuvius of cleavage into something that more or less resembles my days in high school (which were pretty fabulous in their own right, mind you!).

But if it does turn out to be the “M” word…I’ll face it like I’ve faced the millions of other challanges my life has graciously dropped upon my doorstep.

Head on.

Anywho…just thought I’d let everyone know what’s going on & when.  I’m off to take my chicken off the grill & get the heathens ready for school tomorrow.  Yeah, I know its a National Holiday….but when you’ve got kids in year-round schools, they don’t get the conventional days off.

I’ll keep everyone posted.

Until then….tootles.